Chapitre 130: The Curse of the Temple

"Were you that hungry?" I asked Hannah, her eyes zoomed on my share of the cake. The one I couldn't touch because it reminded me of a certain someone.

Hannah leaned back against her chair and played with the fork, "The story you are about to hear doesn't belong in daylight,"

I glanced through the window of this kitchen; the sunset painted the clouds purple and pink.

Pink…

I breathed heavily, every minute today seemed like it was crawling, and Elizabeth's silence was adding fuel to the flames that licked at my chest whenever I thought about Sophia.

While Hannah was getting introduced to the other lieutenants, I met with Mark and talked about the latest schemes my brother's army was up to, I reached a decision that had nothing to do with the fit of temper sparklers threw in the mansion last night.

I finally received the news I was waiting for in order to make my move.

"It's getting late," I murmured. I had better things to do than go along with Hannah's whims.