Bab 121: Mark My Words

'Thyra, come here.'

'Hmph! Speak of the Devil' Thyra snorted inwardly as she glanced outside the window. A small frown appeared on her face when she noticed that the sun wasn't out yet.

'Why is he calling me this early?' She thought inwardly.

'Does he want to…' Some indecent thoughts started appearing in her mind and she shook her head repeatedly.

'No no no! I would rather die than do that!' She screamed inside her mind.

"Umm… Miss One… is everything okay?" Thyra was then brought out of her reverie by Twelve's voice. She then glanced at everyone's faces and pouted a little.

They failed to see that lovely expression that had appeared on her face since half of Thyra's face was covered with a mask.

"It's nothing. Alright, we have been talking for too long, everyone, return to your rooms. I still have some things to do so I will take my leave." Thyra ordered.

The other assassins then nodded and walked into their rooms.