Three distinctive figures silently sat, peering their tyrannical gaze on the one haughty one that leered back at them.
"You are Suzanne?" Servyn voiced out. His voice emotionless and his face impassive.
The maid delivered a sinister smile to him in response with a fine curved brow upward.
Servyn's only reaction was only a simple nod of disbelief with a smirk of his own.
He looked at her, his sharp tongue slowly traced the outline of his teeth.
Now he understood everything, finally, things were falling into place.
"You're the maid who helped Hermione escape last time?" Korden inquired, unsure about the accusation either.
Suzanne flung her eyes at him. "Yes, I am. So?"
He scoffed, it was the audacity for him.
"You know you can be killed. Right here, right now and no one would know." Cesarean enunciated.
He attracted her haughty look and her smile widened. "Really?" She asked with an astonished front.
