Chapter 63: Lion’s Den {2}
I gasped suddenly when I felt Dace’s arm around me, gluing me to his body. "Shall we, baby?"
We sauntered to the entrance, a man stood there in a smart tailored suit, he seemed old like in his 50s or 60s but looked strong and fit, his white hair packed in a ponytail, his beard like it was bleached white but I knew all too well it was age. He stroked a bow and I suddenly felt like we were in some medieval era.
"Welcome, young master"
Dace said no word, the moment we got to the white door, it spread open. I was left breathless, what caught my eyes was the huge chandelier suspended to the white ceiling in the entrance and then what caught my attention next was the spacious environment.
"I-It’s so big" I whispered to myself.
"Just feel comfortable okay?"
How does he expect me to? This was like a dream, was this real? I was even doubting myself.
"Young master" Some men in suits, with eyes covered in black shades, each station at a particular area bowed as we walked past them.
Dace only focused on me and not on all the eyes focused on us, even though I couldn’t see them I was certain.