Chapter 260: First Mission
He noticed the curiosity and apprehensiveness in her voice, but to his relief she didn’t sound angry. Her voice was like steel, and he could almost taste the ironic component of the compound blood in his mouth just listening to her voice which slid across the room, lingering in the air like the stench of blood outside which made him feel sick to his stomach.
A voice in his head was telling him to run. Turn and run without looking back. Run far away from these people. But it was too late for him to even think of doing that, because he knew the next second he tried to run, he would die.
"I brought him." He raised his eyes slightly to see Theresa staring at someone behind him, and that was when he realized the women had turned to the source of the dark aura In the room and he was yet to turn, still shivering, trembling.
"Hmm." It was like a scoff, but he heard her footsteps inching closer In the room. By the sound of the heels on the ground, he guessed she was putting on heavy boots, and he was right because to his relief, she didn’t approach him but actually headed for her chair which was behind the desk.
He dared not glance up and could only see her shiny boots as it clicked, making its way close to her chair.
From the moment she had walked in, it was like something was holding his head down, preventing him from looking at anything else but the floor, only his eyes darting left and right.
He heard the screech of the chair as she moved it back before she sat down and crossed her legs on the table.
His heart thundered hard against his rib cage, sweat forming on his forehead, despite the cold air that blew into the room from the small window inside.
He felt chills- yes. But he also felt hot and sweaty at the same time. Was she a witch to make him feel this way?