Seraphine's pov.
"What do you mean you are with the bracelet?" I questioned her, my voice almost loud.
"The last time I checked, we both spoke English," she retorted, her voice not in the slightest bit guilty or apologetic.
''You seem to forget that you are just a slave,'' she laughed, her voice high-pitched and eerie like a siren.
"What do you mean?" I asked, unsure if I wanted to get mad or just slap her across the face.
"Well, I wanted you to know I called the shots," she smirked.
"The deal is off," I said, crossing my hands across my chest with a stern face. She posts, staring at me for a while before bursting into a great fit of laughter.
"Who do you think you are?" she questioned.
"I am the one to say if the deal is off or not. You have no choice but to do what I say,
