Upon hearing the word payment, almost all of them froze in place at once. Their expression wary while they look back at Miranda, the only one who was smiling in this room. With the vines behind her curl toward her seat it was as though one wrong move and the whole castle would have eaten them alive.
Witches are fickle, they are dangerous as omnipotent they are... Renard was told that by Lastor ever since they set off to find Miranda but deep down he still question whether truly they should be afraid of only a single woman.
Yet now standing before Miranda, something inside Renard shook, a sense of warning filling him to the point that his nerves had froze in place, his blood cell screaming for him to run away, far from the woman in front of him whose shadow seemed to have morphed into one of a monster, one that he had felt before when facing Cassius.
Miranda hadn't done anything but why is it that his body was screaming for an escape?
Something was odd... Miranda was odd.
