AMELIA'S POV
“It's all done.”
The huge, tall, and unfamiliar man whispered to my ears and I let out a giggle before shuffling my pouch for his payment.
“Are you sure you did your job well?” I questioned, eyeing him sternly.
“Yes my lady, I made it look like an accident and burnt down their cell and other sections in the penitentiary.” He replied with confidence.
“What about them? Are you sure they're… you know what I mean.” I whispered the last words hoarsely and he nodded in affirmation.
“Yes my lady, I watched them burn and beg for their lives to be saved. They're dead.”
“Good, now get into hiding, and do not act suspicious till I call for you again,” I ordered him and he nodded before leaving.
After he had left, I raised my arms in the air and began humming my favorite song.
