Vincent was sitting on the large single seater sofa near the fireplace and had a big smirk on his face instead of surprise.
He was not even shocked when he saw them appearing out of thin air as if he was expecting their presence.
She looked around and noticed more than two dozen knights were pointing their swords, daggers and bow at her.
She glared at Lucian when her whole demeanor turned cold. Aggression and hatred could be seen coming from the bottom of her eyes.
Her face had that domineering look that can make anyone shudder.
"You did this intentionally!" she did not say that he betrayed her yet no matter how much anger she felt.
She still waited for him to explain that he did it to save so many lives but he looked away from her.
"Oh, is my poor sister hurt?" he stood up from the seat though the knights stayed alert, he had leisure expressions on his face.
His gale was slow as if he was sure that she had nowhere to go.
