Eliz stayed where she was. It was too late to exit as she might be suspected of eavesdropping. She stared at the dangerous man and could tell that he wasn't a simple man. The voice was cold and surprisingly familiar to her, but she just couldn't point exactly to whom it belonged.
'But who was the man they were talking about killing?' she wondered. 'Jamon Acendano?' She didn't know the man, but the name sounded familiar to her. Her mind was boggled. While trying hard to sort through her memory for a clue who he was, she was awestruck when she heard the deep male voice again. The voice was pleasant to the ear, sounding like a cello. Good as it was, the coldness could make people shiver in fright.
"Who's that?" he asked as if telling her she should show herself. The cold voice was emotion
