"Mela… was it?" Azar asked as the maid slowly raised her eyes.
Azar could see her pupils shrink in fear.
Around her neck, he could also see a long healed scar.
Azar took a sharp breath.
"Tell me about this place… and what they did to you," Azar asked softly as Mela trembled.
Hearing those words brought back dark memories she desperately wished to forget.
"Young Master… did I do something wrong?"
Mela crawled toward Azar as she stretched both hands toward his feet, but at the last moment, she stopped herself, her body shivering violently.
Around her palms, Azar noticed several scars and scabs as he gently held her hand.
"Mela… sit down and tell me," Azar muttered quietly as he used a spell to lift Mela effortlessly from the ground onto the bed.
The instant Mela realized she was sitting on Azar's bed, she tried to stand up immediately, but Azar grabbed her tightly, his eyes turning cold.
