I saw the one person I was hoping would not have come, his evil eyes locked onto me and me alone, causing my heart to race and my fear to spike. It was my father, the man I hated above all others. Berus.
The warlock moved to stand beside the female Phantomhive, his tone giving away his lies. “If you give us the girl, you can come home master Vincent.”
I could see my protector beginning to panic, he wasn’t sure what to do; he wanted to help me, but would he give his life for me? Would he sacrifice everything for someone he barely knew?
“Father knows I have her, he wanted me to take her to our hideout in London until she was needed.” Said Vincent, but even I could see through his words and sense the panic.
“That’s funny, father said nothing about that as I killed him.” Laughed Elizabeth,
