Antonia closed her eyes as she could feel the impact of some hits coming, but before she knew it, an icy voice thundered in the kitchen;
"What do you all think you're doing!?"
That was when her eyes peeled open. The minions retreated, hiding their weapons behind them. They wore a meek look on their faces as they lowered their heads in respect to the presence.
Becca's eyes widened for two seconds, before she turned around only to be stupefied. There he was, a perfect epitome of a cruel angel.
His silver scrutinizing eyes didn't leave them as he remained by the entrance.
"Mi—Milord!" Becca called out and bowed to him, her lips twitched because this was the first time they were interupted from having fun.
She cursed in her mind because Antonia's words were starting to come true slowly. If they hadn't been careful, they would have been busted by now.
