Chapter 281: Find me a witch
[FLASHBACK]
"Latrice... what have you done to me?"
Latrice’s long eyelashes drooped as the corner of her lips curled up subtly. "What do you think, Your Highness?"
Quentin was frozen on the floor, staring into those pair of purple eyes staring at him coldly with a faint twisted smile. The beauty he once admired and had never forgotten since the time he laid his eyes on them slowly appeared... a horrifying sight.
No, there wasn’t any change in her beautiful appearance. But the way her eyes shone, he could feel her lust for blood, for death, for chaos. They were beautiful, but at the same time, too beautiful it would remind someone that the devil had never shown himself in front of others with red skin and twisted horns.
"Is this real?" Latrice repeated quietly, like a chant cursing someone to death. "Or an illusion?"
Quentin pressed his lips into a thin line, unable to respond. All he could do was stare at that beautiful face, wondering who she was.
"You’re not Latrice," he said without any plans of getting up from his spot.
"I was never Latrice." Latrice shook her head. "Latrice is the woman you created in your mind, Your Highness."
Quentin’s lips quivered, paralyzed at this heaviness weighing on him. "Who are you?"
"You finally asked after so long." Latrice smiled, but the stifling aura she exuded remained. "Filomena."