Nancy's POV
I must admit, I am feeling foolish for having put my trust in this Nicobolmo or Nico, or whatever he chooses to go by. The idea that he could be Grandpa's son seems preposterous to me, and I have had my doubts about him from the very beginning. It is a shame that I did not listen to my instincts, as they have proven to be correct in this case.
He walks behind me and each time I turn around to look at him he smirks, I can't wait to talk to him and find out what the hell he is planning, we enter the cold palace, I chose that place for him, quiet detached from the rest of the palace and a perfect place for us to talk.
"What the hell is going on?" I scroll as I shut the door hard behind us, "What do you mean niece?" he asked with a dumb face, one of his specialities changing his voice tone, "Don't you play dumb with me and don't use that voice?" I growl.
