CHAPTER ONE HUNDRED AND SEVENTEEN
Mara’s face stiffens when she sees Fera’s smirking expression, “What do you think you’re doing Fera?!”
Her words are a snarl and she takes a step forward, “Who do you think you are, interfering in my business?!”
“Interfering?” Fera raises a brow. “That’s rude. Don’t you think that’s rude, Isabel?”
I blink, taken aback by the sudden question, “Ah, yeah. Very.”
“Stay out of this, you mutt,” Mara hisses. She looks at the guard, “Drag them both out!”
The guard just stares at her as if he can’t comprehend a word she’s saying.
“Didn’t you just hear what I said?!” Mara’s voice rises and for a moment, I wonder if its just me or she sounds a little petulant.
“He can hear you,” Fera smiles. “But he doesn’t have to listen to you.”
“I am the Chancell-”
“But my rank is higher than yours,” Fera’s voice turns cold in a way that reminds me of Damien.
However, her statement puzzles me.