Ryan continued.
"I thought you were a reasonable witch who would behave herself, but you are nothing but a bratty old hag!"
Ceicei glared at him. "Don't you dare call me that!"
Ryan raised his brow at her and burst into laughter.
"Oh, we both know you are an old hag—most of you witches are. Hiding behind a spell and seeming young to the eyes, tsk tsk tsk." He shook his head. "Although I must compliment this spell, You may be old, but you are quite beautiful."
"I've heard that it takes a lot to actually cast such a spell, so I wonder...would it be okay if I harm this face of yours?" he taunted, slowly beginning to draw the knife across her face. This little cut opened Ceicei's skin, and blood began to drip from her wound onto the wooden floor.
Ceicei's eyes widened, realizing what this man was about to do to her. Her breathing heightened, and she quickly tried to back away from him, but Ryan gripped her by the hair, forcing her into one spot.
