Chapter 9

Jiterry with glazed eyes, Ariana nodded very slowly and heard Mike tapping his fingers to thread his thoughts.

"Why are you scared of me?" Mike asked with a gentle tone that he rarely used for at least a decade in human's life. Yet it was still frightening.

"The poeple in the place before told me that sorcerer would use me as a sacrifice-" her tongue slipped in nervousness.

"-Mister, you are a sorcerer aren't you? Will you be using me as a sacrifice?" The small hands on her laps trembled between the silence created after her question.

Hearing no answer, her heartbeat accelerated loudly, loud enough for Mike to pick up the sound. She peeked under her head which was still bending down to read Mike's expression. But as expected with the mask in the way, she couldn't read the change in his face and feared that her words had gotten a large amount of displeasure to him.

"You don't have to worry about that. I'm a sorcerer but a different kind from the one who would want to use you as a sacri