"It seems to me that you have no way to escape the cliff, Ms." It was an intimidating voice of Andrew that she heard in her fright; she was indeed just a few centimeters away from her demise which let Jane close her eyes.
"You are right, Mr. Douglass. I, however, choose to die rather than render myself to be tortured by you and your kind." One step back, one of her feet took which rounded Andrew's eyes; it was too shocking for him that this girl had that huge audacity.
The throbs of his heart hit his chest stronger for something he was still questioning which drove him to have the same feelings he possessed for Mary. Were they the same person? Yet, their look differed from one another; Mary Jane resembled to be one of the maids but what was her purpose?
Aeron voiced his worry. "Do no
