Rattle! Rattle! Rattle!
The entire place shook as the carriage passed over the bumpy, uneven roads.
The blood pulsated violently as the heart pumped more blood into the veins fiercer than before.
The atmosphere was strangely sombre and tense.
A deathly silence lingered, in which an odd eeriness screamed in Lucas's sixth sense.
'This is dangerous.'
'This feels hell, as if I am sitting in between enemies who could point a sword at me any moment.'
'Haa! It's nerve-wracking.'
Lucas sighed deeply, leaning back on his seat.
Before him, sat Ezekiel, who locked his eyes on him. Lucas felt that a laser beam would shoot out from Ezekiel if he was careless even for a moment.
Beside him, Jeanette was also looking at him with a venomous gaze, sending shivers down the spine. Averting his eyes, he swept his gaze inside the carriage.
