“Hello, Uncle!”
Arthur’s eyes snap to Charlotte. As he takes in the woman standing before him, his eyes widen in disbelief and fear.
As if he has seen a ghost, he scrambles to put as much as distance possible between them but ends up falling flat on his ass.
Charlotte smirks, letting her teeth extend into canines and peek out of her mouth.
Arthur starts sweating profusely. He looks at Azraiel and Katya for help but when they maintain a stone face, he realizes he is on his own.
“Y-“ he gulps, “You are alive.” He trembles.
Charlotte grins. The smell of his fear gives her immense satisfaction.
“Yup.” She says popping the ‘p’. “I am alive, despite your schemes to get me killed.”
Arthur’s face changes at the accusation.
He regains his composure, or at least tries to.
“I never wanted you dead, Charlotte. They wanted to kill you but I convinced them to let you leave the continent.” He says, his voice a little clearer than before.
Charlotte’s eyes harden.
