"THE HEIRLOOM"
ZANDRO IS nearly losing his breath but Lord Howard's personal servants seem to not care if they might kill him tonight or what? Well, that's what they actually need from Zandro, isn't it? Both of his hands were gripped side by side; it was so tight that he could feel his blood getting stuck in his veins.
He can't move both of his legs because they were also tied and coerced. His neck was strangled so tightly that he's starting to see blood from his vision, is this death? It tastes nice and beautiful. But when Blythe and her innocent angel's face came into his memory, the way she smiles even if she's in doubt or pain, her pretty amber eyes that feel as hot as the full moon on a cold night... Zandro tried to fight with every bit of his might.
"Speak up now, Zeta!" they firmly demanded. The guy's elongated chin keeps on tightening with each passing minute, he's starting to feel bad because Zandro knows it's painful. "Where do you hide the heiress?"
But Zandro just smiled on
