"Who sent you to kidnap me?" Belladonna immediately asked him, skipping straight to the meat of things.
"The Matriarch." The stranger, never breaking eye contact with her as he had been ordered to, answered blandly. Not because he lacked personality, he was just annoyed and answering because he had to. Like a stroppy teenager, huffing and sighing between begrudging answers.
It made Belladonna want to slap him, so she did.
WHAP!
His bone cheekbones nearly cut her hand when she did so, but even still it was worth it just to feel the sting on her hands, and to pay him back for a fraction of what he did to her precious fluffy baby, who was still resting comfortable in her other arm and held close to her chest.
Midas beside her let out a sharp whimper, as if he was expecting some retaliation from the stranger, and a few others in the camp started to pay more attention to them, as Belladonna continued her interrogation.
"Answer properly. Who is the Matriarch?"
