Like an illusion in a daze, as the figure moved, Watson's silhouette also faded into the air, yet the icy touch of those fingers remained on Lorenzo's cheek.
Something is about to happen...
Lorenzo's breathing gradually became heavy. He knew clearly that Watson wouldn't scare him for no reason. Although that guy was a hateful Devil, as she herself said, she had never deceived Lorenzo, merely bringing forth story after story of truth to doom the people within them.
It seemed the three talking had not yet noticed Lorenzo's anomaly, the overall atmosphere was great, and as Selyu appeared, more people gathered around, all flattering this future Duchess.
But Lorenzo couldn't blend into this atmosphere at all; his hand slowly lifted, hiding a sharp dining knife in his tight sleeve.
This was a noble ball. Lorenzo hadn't brought any weapons with him; Winchester and the Staff Sword had been left on Cork Street.
Lorenzo cursed under his breath, extremely regretful.
