บท 12: Defiance

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CHAPTER 12

Walking into the brightly lit big chambers, Raphael’s lips held a knowing smile the second he looked at Serling.

The sinfully handsome man leaned back against the black carved throne-like chair, with an elbow on the handrest while his hand supported his chin.

His eyes were closed, revealing the long black lashes that accentuated his handsomeness even more in his sleeping state.

“My Lord, it appears Lord Serling is…”

‘Sleeping?” Raphael held his palm to silence him and scoffed. “Then you do not know whom you serve. He is not asleep. He knows all that is happening now.”

Both men exchanged glances but did not say anything.

“Hmm.” Right before their eyes, Raphael lifted his right hand and immediately a dark purple crystal with sharp ends appeared between his two fingers.

Alarmed, they called out in protest, wanting to stop him, “My Lord.”

Swoosh!