A hidden rage coated her tone.
Like she made a mistake, blowing things up and out of the accord.
Though Athan kept a straight face yet his insides churned from wanting to jump in fright.
'Can't believe she's back already.'
He sighed, turning around and noticed Mystique, hands on her waist, looking at him up and down like he was some filth in her exquisite room.
"Maybe if you hadn't let Nero stay in this…" Athan trailed off his voice and started to look around, pretending to be dubious about the room he was in that was filled with bad energy, "room, then I wouldn't panic, isn't it so?"
[Doesn't matter.] She then pointed the small dent and a slight sizzle near the knob and lock of the door. [You have crude manners.]
"I doubt you'd still let me in," he scoffed. "I assure you that's the case, with Lady Marriane Isabelle Salvatore in here." He began to point at her with a smug grin.
[Didn't I tell you Nero has yet to recover? Just wait in your chamber and entertain few ladies—]
