I watched as the man in front of me stiffened, a low growl coming from his voice at the challenge in Wan Ying's statement.
But then again, he didn't mean what he had said, did he?
Was he really going to cook me up and serve me for dinner? Because Cher, I promise I won't be going down easily. I'll be a two bite brownie that sticks in your throat forever.
"She is a child," stated the man, shifting his weight so that he could cover me even better from the men around me. "We haven't sunk that low yet. There is still food in the house."
"For how much longer?" croaked the old man, his voice as dry and brittle as paper. "Our supplies burnt down with the mansion, and there is nothing here but instant noodles to eat."
"Then we wait for light tomorrow and go out again," pleaded the man. "But we can't sink that low. We aren't there yet."
