Her eyebrows twitched and a part of her suddenly felt the overwhelming urge to lift her hand and drag it harshly across Victor's platinum hair until every smooth strand became a complete mess.
That silky hair annoyed her so much.
Perhaps because it always gave him an almost heavenly glow beneath the dim lights while his heart itself was nothing but a deep dark abyss capable of swallowing people whole without remorse.
Feeling spiteful, she couldn't help but quietly mutter beneath her breath, "If only that man was my master, perhaps he would listen to a small wish that his servant makes."
Crunch.
A sharp crispy sound suddenly echoed throughout the room. Everyone immediately snapped their heads toward Victor at once.
Jane herself froze at the sound but more than that, the red liquid that seemed so dark maroon as it dripped one drop by another
