All of her belongings got confiscated, which kept Nathalie's life at Nathan's mercy; nevertheless, she held her head high and never batted an eye.
Through the windows, she learned that she was in his territory and at nighttime already.
She wasn't the one to back down and might as well probed him for such an opportunity.
Yet before she raised her fingers to scribble a word midair, the chair creaked when he leaned close to her, asking, "How did you tempt His Highness, Athan and then take away every belonging that was rightfully his?"
A sudden glint came into Nathalie's eyes; as she stared for a while, she noticed the uneasiness of his gaze faded slowly.
"Answer me..." His snarls were low and deep, but she flinched at a moment's notice.
He meant business when he bared his fangs at her, and him being straightforward and impatient made her think twice.
