He was wearing tattered shirt and the glint in his eyes added to his malicious intention
Meera's eyes opened wide, she glanced at the door, thinking that she needed to scream. Dalton was only inside the room across from hers, he must have heard her if she were screaming right now.
But, that simple task was hard for her to do when there was this huge man hovered above her with a silver dagger pressed against her neck.
"So, it's you… the rumor that I heard is right after all," he mumbled to himself.
If Meera was not in position like this, she would have realized there was resemblance of Dalton on this man, but she was not in the situation, where she could observe such thing.
Meera glanced at the door once again, she hoped Dalton could feel something, or sensed something that was not right, thought that was only a wishful thinking in her part.
