Noticing their stares, Stella Sterling looked over at them.
The two men, like frightened birds, immediately averted their gazes the moment she looked back. They lowered their heads, not daring to meet her eyes.
That woman was indeed beautiful, but in their eyes, she was a harbinger of death.
'How could her subordinates be so powerful?'
'Just two of them wiped out all our men.'
'What about that woman, then? Could she be even stronger?'
Seeing their reaction, Stella Sterling burst out laughing without a care, as if openly mocking them.
She waved a hand. "Let's go. We don't want to scare anyone."
Her laughter felt like a series of slaps across their faces. They were furious, yet utterly powerless.
After all, they had only brought so many men, and now every last one was dead at the hands of her people.
