The chair crashed into the wall right next to Daphne as she jumped out of the way, biting her lip to stifle the scream. She didn't want them to know she was awake.
She had spent the last ten minutes dodging wayward furnitures, praying they wouldn't hit her as the mercenaries squabbled with one another about her. For mercenaries that spent so much effort in kidnapping her, they were certainly lax in making sure she was unharmed. She flinched as another chair flew in her direction.
Soon after the first man's conversation over the sodalite with his mysterious employer had ended, his comrades had returned― two others, twins that were ridden with countless scars. She had been listening into their conversation the entire time, cowering into a ball and praying they wouldn't remember she was in the same room.
They most certainly conversed as though they didn't remember she was there, listening to their every word.
