The blonde shut the door behind her as the guard went back in. Arabella approached the blonde's gaze, which was fixated on the floor with her brows knitted.
She snapped her fingers before Jotou jolted up, "Sorry."
Arabella furrowed her brows and tilted her head.
Jotou's eyes darted around the room after a thought… Three guards in the chamber—the one that had warned them, the one at the doors, the other who had just gone back in and Arabella; all the witnesses…
"Arabella, I need you to… not tell anyone of this. That I visited the countess or that she called for me. I, hold a secret now… I'm sorry, but I can't tell you what it is.
I hope you can just trust me on this. Can you, make a vow to me; to never tell anyone about this? The fate of, well, Cravolta and sort of the world could be riding on this. Please?"
