"…Perhaps I should have a taste." He said casually, his voice cold and Fiona felt sweat dribble down her neck, her eyes widened in shock.
'This wasn't how it was to go, mother said…' her thought trailed off as she thought to look.at the red enchanted amulet in her right hand.
'What? It was perfect a minute ago, and I didn't squeeze it. What does this mean? Did he…' Her eyes slowly trailed back at the butler, his eyes glinting colding, almost matching the color of the moon.
She clumsily backstepped and her feet caught the bottom of her dress, and she fell, sprawled, with Luke atop her glaring down.
'Mother.' She thought to scream when Luke sent a swift chop by her neck rendering her unconscious immediately.
Sarah stood, walking back and forth and not far from Luke's room doors. She wanted to burst in, but she was afraid. This man, this butler wasn't what he seemed.
