Chapter ninety four: What’s a Noar Clan?

Arya’s POV

My hands under the table curled into a fist. I looked up to meet his down to business gaze. His eyes betrayed no sign of emotion and I wasn’t any different until a sad smile tugged my lips. This was like a scene in a movie that I found extremely ridiculous. I planned to leave Nicklaus anyways but hearing him utter such words made me feel pathetic. Was that really necessary?

My unresponsiveness caused his gaze to darken. I could almost taste the iciness emanating from his stare. His earlier cheerful personality was gone in the blink of an eye.

“Disclosing that won’t be necessary”

I tried my best to muster a reassuring smile but it couldn’t reach my cheeks. For a moment silence reigned in our midst and I watched his eyes darken with hatred lingering beneath his restrain. I was taken aback but composed myself he probably misunderstood me so I sought to clarify but he spoke first.

“Do you have any idea the troubles you’ve caused us?” His low growl mirrored his suppressed