Chapter 172 A Hint

• The room in the house was off the main living area, which made it very small and dark and the only source of light was the flickering candle flame that cast long bony shadows against the walls. The smell of the dust and the acrid note of wax prevailed in the air. Lady Asher looked increasingly regal as she sat in the ornate hand-crafted armchair. Her keen eyes followed Castilla as she stepped into the room. Her eyes were hard as ice; her stare was sharper than a dagger, and it stabbed right through Castilla’s spirit.
• Castilla danced with elegance and some nervousness; one could tell she was hesitant. Moving her gaze around the room, she looked for comfort but there was none. The walls had crimson color and paintings of ancient wolves. It was difficult to distinguish whether it was disdain, or nervousness, or both for Castilla. Once more her hands were shaking, as she hid them behind her.
• Lady Asher’s voice was no louder than a whisper as if the fate of the entire world rested on her voice alone. "What was the response of Xeik, did he get the message?" The words were left to become an open threat more than a statement, and it sent a chilling feeling down to Castilla.