Feeling a shadow standing over him, he neither flinched nor showed any sign of surprise, for he could sense that it was only Crystal who had walked towards him.
Producing a handkerchief to help lessen his discomfort a bit, she stood near him with her head bowed. Gingerly accepting it, he dismissed her. With her task accomplished, she returned to stand in front of her men. But not before monitoring the situation with her brown eyes. Curtly, she nodded in the men direction. They should be alert and prepared for any unexpected attack.
Placing the handkerchief on his nose, Ryanne proceeded to break the iceberg of silence. In a sharp and astute tone of voice, he meticulously spoke.
“I have heard the news of the suffering treaty.”
Swallowing her hatred to the bottom of her stomach, Freya
