"I want to live, my lord. Just like you. Though you may have bigger dreams." she smiled mockingly. He could not read her expressions and that only made him uneasy.
"And what does my life have to do with you?" he asked with a frown. But the woman only looked at him meaningfully. Her gaze left him stunned. His grip on the sword tightened.
She knew! She knew that he was conspiring with the marquis to kill his own father! But how? How in the world could she know?
"You have a future my lord. And I want a future for myself. I am only starting a simple trade, I will protect your present and you will protect my future." The drops of blood had filled the room. His nose itched and his hands stung. Yet, they did not seem to notice it. The girl did not feel pain at all as she stared at him with a strange eerie calm look.
"Olivia.."
He pulled the sword back when another maid entered. Only then did Damon look away.