"I am here to talk."
At the sound of Ulrich's cold voice, eerily similar to the one he used before killing her companions, Shana flinched.
She scrambled further back across the mattress, pressing herself tightly into the corner as if desperately hoping she could phase through the solid stone wall.
Ulrich stared down at her without an ounce of pity but rather a grimace, wondering if he was that scary.
She was visibly trembling, completely terrified of his mere presence.
"Goodness, Lord Rubenhart. It seems your very existence traumatizes the poor girl," Meera sighed from the doorway.
Ulrich shot her a brief, annoyed look before turning his harsh gaze toward the waiting guards.
"Out," he said.
The knights nodded without hesitation, quickly retreating up the stairs to leave them completely alone in the damp corridor.
"Good morning, little witch," Meera said with a pleasant but very hypocritical smile on her lips as she stepped into the cell beside Ulrich.
