Teresa
“She thinks she can fight me,” Oris spread his hand, looking pointedly at Hannah. “Are you really that deluded?”
I frowned, but I didn’t respond.
He continued. “Of course, why am I surprised? You got a golden opportunity to escape, and yet you ruined it. Are you really that foolish?”
“I may look foolish,” I took a menacing step towards him. “I look foolish enough to understand that some people don’t deserve to be under your torturous grip. You’re a wicked man.”
“And yet, you stand, still alive,” he smirked. “And I still have my sword.”
“You know why you don’t want to use it,” I said flatly. “Now, get away from her.”
“I can’t believe this,” he scoffed, taking a step away and shaking his head. “A riffraff commands me in my own house.”
I rushed to Hannah’s side with a grimace.
