Selene felt a dark shiver run down her spine. She swallowed unconsciously, about to shake her head. "I —"
The man hit the side of the chair hard with his hand, and Selene flinched, all colours draining from her face.
"Speak before I lose my patience," he growled, "Weren't you just yelling fine earlier? Then, speak. Do you think we are doing all this for your money?"
"I-If not for m-money, what else could it be? People like you … don't they do these jobs for money? I can also give you that as long as you let me go. Trust me, I will give you more money than what Arwen had promised you. I—"
Slap!
Before Selene could even finish, the sound cracked through the dark room, followed by a stunned silence.
Selene's head jerked to the side. Her cheeks stung sharply, lips splitting at the corners. She shivered, blinking rapidly, unable to fully comprehend what had just happened.
"You —"
