“Do something, Pamela,” Ethan whispered with a shaky breath.
He trusted that Pamela was a witch who could make anything happen but not help him escape any form of punishment if at all it arose.
“Belstivalaria,” Pamela snapped her fingers, her eyes still boring into Ethan's.
A mist came out of nowhere, thick and moist, covering the surface of the whole space. Preventing Aurora from seeing further.
Given the fact that she was pregnant and the whole palace was dark since the area was a secluded one. She returned back to her quarters.
Shoving Pamela off, Ethan tried to make his way past her, but her hand reached for his.
“We can come together as a couple tonight and make the smith submit to us,” Pamela proposed, her eyes lingering on his.
“As much as I want to believe you, I’m sorry. I
