Ceicei cackled, amused.
"The last time we spoke, I told you that she has seven nights, but there is a probability that she might die due to the unbearable pain she would go through each night. Probably, my lady. I specified the probability in my words to you."
"I do not know why you have barged into my house like a mad woman. It is not my fault that your hearing is damaged. Please get out."
Natasha's hands balled into a tight fist. It was obvious that she wanted to retaliate due to her quivering lips, but as though holding herself back, she was not uttering a word.
She smiled. "Fine! My apologies."
She turned around to leave, but Ceicei stopped her.
"Since you have troubled yourself to come all the way here, I guess I could give you some little help," Ceicei said.
Natasha glanced at her. "Help? What do you mean?"
"Are you not patient enough to wait till the seventh night?" Ceicei asked.
