As soon as a set a foot in the room darkness fills my sight.
Only a candle was lit.
She was here.
Any normal person would feel alarmed, they would draw there weapon but I knew better.
“How are you Bea?” A smirk appearing on my face as I asking the question to the dark room.
A felt a cold metal by my neck.
Not even flinching my smirk was still painted over of my face.
“Not to bad Prince,” she say...