Chapitre 70: Feisty One

Tilla was frozen in place upon hearing that chillingly calm voice.

All the other human prisoners also cowered in the corners of their cells in fear. Nobody dared to make a single noise, afraid that they would be taken away from their cells.

Tilla knew that she was caught in the act which she wasn’t supposed to do. So she was scared that the vampire behind her would do something to her. ‘Oh, dear lord! Please save me.’

She gripped her gown and tried to think of a way to run from there.

Her eyes fell on the mop that was lying on the floor near her feet. She slowly moved her hand to grab that mop as a way to defend herself if that vampire behind her tried to do anything funny.

“What’s the matter? Did the cat get your tongue?” that vampire leaned close to her ear and whispered, “I am asking you a question. What are you doing here in the dungeon, Tilla?”

‘Lord Vincent?’ Tilla finally recognized the voice when he took her name.