"And where is the fun in that?" The mysterious woman said, her red lips curving into a small smile.
"I don't believe this is a game." Sam replied.
'This isn't good…'
Despite doing his best to keep his emotions under control, his hold was weakening the longer he stared into the woman's eyes. Her relaxed tone wasn't an attempt at easing the tension in the room. To her, his presence was the same as a spider weaving a web in the corner. Disgusting as it might seem, a harmless insect was not worth getting worked up for.
"Indeed, it is not a game." She waved her hand leisurely. "Care for some tea?"
A tray appeared out of thin air, landing soundlessly on the coffee table. Two cups and a teapot rested on its surface, each filled with a clear golden brown liquid, steam slowly rising from it.
Sam stared at the tea set then turned his eyes to the mysterious woman.
