"The gates were open?" the tension was still thick in his voice; "Like actually open?"
She nodded.
"I don't think the castle's on lock down anymore. The gates were open, and the guards looked too relaxed to be guarding against harm. Maybe lady Russel worked out some kind of deal with the state. . ."
Nexus' hand let of the fork.
Slowly, he leaned further back down- reclining against the chair behind.
Each eyeball twitched in mini spasms- tweaking and tweaking as his mind raced to and fro.
Mrs. Russell was no fool.
If she was indeed playing house- then the blonde dragon was up to something.
It was either that, or Stacy's words had actually worked wonders on stopping Fitch.
His nostrils puckered slightly- as he heaved a sigh of relief. He crossed his arms across his chest, breathing slowly.
'So,' he thought to himself; 'I guess acting like a master somehow paid off. . .heaven knows how long this will hold Fitch off. . .'
