[MATURE CONTENT IN THE CHAPTER. ONLY FOR 18YEARS AND ABOVE]
Rafael's eyes narrowed on the new slave that his wife had brought. Just a few hours ago, his guards had come empty handed.
Though he was not sure who the woman was, her silver hair showed that she was a witch. And the way she was glaring at everyone one shows that she was not a friend either.
"Anne, can you take care of her without letting her go?" asked hazel when she noticed Rafael staring at her with that half arced warm smile.
Anyone who knew him would know that it was his smile that showed how pissed he was.
"Anne!" she called the girl again who nodded with a sigh.
"You! Go and help my maid in taking my slave to the attic rooms." the knight nodded his head and soon they followed.
She gave one last look to them before tilting her head to Rafael who did not move an inch but waited for her to come to him.
