Matthew's Mansion
Matthew stared at his older brother, his face devoid of any emotion.
"What took you so long?" Matthew asked.
"Is this how you welcome your brother after years of not seeing each other?" The man was elegantly sitting across Matthew, his chin was lifted, showing arrogance as he looked at Matthew. "Is this what your mother taught you while you stayed in this puny world?"
Matthew said nothing. Instead, he finished his bourbon— his brother's favorite drink.
Seeing Matthew's calm reaction, the man snorted. He then looked at Elizabeth who was calmly sitting next to him. "I've heard about the witch."
Matthew pursed his lips. Still, he didn't utter a single word.
His older brother continued. "She's so powerful that even Erenes said she was too powerful for her age."
"And?" Matthew leaned back. He lifted an eyebrow, his gaze unyielding.
"You know the rules. She must become one of ours."
"You want her to become one of your slaves." Matthew stated.
