Kapitel 150: Your Sister Is Dead

The fiery portal opened into a dark room and Prince Kanyon stepped out. Stephanie was perched on her plush royal chair, her shadows scattered all around like creepy nightcrawlers. 

Her expectant eyes landed on the prince as he lazily sauntered out and closed the portal behind him by flicking his fingers off the hand which carried the ring with a huge blue stone. 

"You are late?" She irritably spoke, getting up from her chair. Her long, dark, messy hair waved behind her. Her black gown seemed to have been sewn against her skin, it was so tight and pushed up her breasts. 

Kanyon smokily smiled, the corners of his lips tipped upwards. Those vermilion orbs of his seemed to glow with a light of their own. 

"Patience is a trait you didn't seem to have learnt," he spoke lightly but there was a tinge of annoyance. He didn't like being dictated by anyone. 

Stephanie waved her hand in front of his face and impatiently said.