The young lord stood there, standing silently. He couldn't seem to take his eyes off the delicate figure in front of him who seemed to stir inexplicable strange feelings within him.
He gently brushed back a few loose strands of Kyra's luscious dark-brown hair, tucking them behind her right ear. His right index finger lightly brushed across the thin knife scar across her neck on the left side.
"Young Lord, I apologise, but I have to ask what have you done with the two young girls? Did you.. kill them?" asked Bree with a concerned look flashed across her eyes, trying to keep her rough tone as neutral as possible.
If he had indeed caused them harm, then she would cancel the deal off right now without any hesitation. But somehow, she was betting on her instincts that he hadn't harmed the two young girls.
The handsome young man slightly shook as he was jolted from his thoughts when he heard the words.
