A tense silence engulfed the grand hall as his words lingered.
Soma sent hesitant signals to Hecate as if asking if they should team up to kill him.
Meanwhile, the vampire Duchess' eyes narrowed as she bit her scarlet lips contrasting with her pale complexion.
She scrutinised him from head to toe, brows furrowed in confusion and eyes trembling.
"So, you're a ghost."
She muttered, shaking her head at Soma.
Then, she returned to her seat, assuming a regal bearing as she sat with the grace of a swan.
"I heard your demand and am inclined to negotiate a reprieve with Selene."
Her voice boomed in the hall as she halfheartedly stepped back, knowing the ghost was right.
However, disbelief tinged the end of her sentences as his lips curled into a mischievous grin.
"A reprieve?"
He giggled before turning solemn.
