Meanwhile, the frown which was on the matriarch's face got deeper and scarier as she stared at Devon and back at the twenty women who were in the hall. Even as everybody in the hall was glaring at her, she still maintained her stance and didn't seem to be frightened in the slightest.
Devon turned and stared at the woman who was standing beside him, after taking a good look at her, he turned towards his aunt instead and a smile appeared on his face.
The threat in the tone of the woman was very obvious, so Devon wanted to see how his aunt was going to handle the situation at hand. Was she going to submit to the threats of her people, or will she decide to trust his words?
After a few seconds, Devon placed his hand behind his back as he found the tension in the air very amusing.
