Vitia shuddered under the weight of Ramiel's words. Strangely, he suddenly seemed extremely dangerous. It was as if he was balancing on the thin line between a shameless scoundrel and an unscrupulous murderer capable of causing carnage on a massive scale.
The vixen felt a slight uneasiness towards the dark side of the former hunter, even though she knew he wouldn't hurt her... or at least she wanted to believe that. Still, she didn't like this side of the man with a strange sense of humor. Now, she certainly wouldn't dare scratch his face! Oh, no, no, no! There is no such possibility. No treasure in the world would force her to do so.
If Vitia has to choose... she definitely prefers the scoundrel.
Feeling the cold yet warm gaze on her, she took a breath.
