Chapter 32: Too Bad It Was Already Too Late
Everything in me was screaming even though I stared at Heather with a blank expression on my face. I could feel a tempest raging inside of me and I had to dig my nails inside of my palm to keep my composure.
Heather stood there, looking calm and composed as if waiting for me to speak. I kept my gaze on her the entire time, my expression neutral not willing to give her a glimpse of the emotion I was feeling on the inside.
Okay, she just mentioned the black knight, she didn't ask if I was the black knight! If she did then it was going to be a whole different case which means all I have to do, is just play everything right. Like try to unconsciously but purposefully stir the conversation away from it and then everything would be alright. Should be completely easy, right?
Plastering a look of confusion on my face, I cocked my head at Heather. "The black Knight? What is that?"
"Not a what, my lady. But a who?" Heather replied me with a saccharine smile, "The black knight is a vigilante, one that heeds the call of the hopeless and helps them fight against the injustice in the kingdom." Heather said then began pacing across the room, "You see at first, I had always considered the black knight to be a myth..."
A myth? Really? I thought to myself but schooled my expression when Heather continued speaking.
"Until I had my boys along with other children who had been taken forcefully delivered to me." Heather said, "To me, of all people. You know, if only my boys had been delivered to me and the other kids in their homes, then I wouldn't have thought too much about it. But somehow, all the children were delivered to me by a masked stranger, who suddenly trust me, a mere stranger to take care of children I don't even know. What would you even call that?"
Shit, shit, shit! I mentally cursed myself. A forced laughter escaped me as I stared at Heather, "A miracle, perhaps?"
"Still going to deny it to the very end I see." Heather sounded almost disappointed.