Bab 42: Crippled bastard

The ground was splattered with crimson blood, leaving the handmaiden in a state of panic. She had wasted Lady Nora's last remaining bottle of blood, and her cycle was still fifteen days away.

"Your Highness." Venisa quivered in fear as she stood up. She was sure something prickled her foot, which caused her to stumble. "There was something here that made_"

A loud slap landed on Venisa's cheek, causing her to wince in pain before she could utter another word. The imprints of Sabrina's thick rings were visibly left on Venisa's reddened cheek.

"You dare utter a word after your blunder!" Sabrina's voice was laced with disdain as she meticulously moved and stepped forward on the belt hook, concealing it remained hidden from sight. "How could you be so careless while walking? Because of your recklessness, we are unable to uncover the truth."