Let Me Give You A Taste

“What is it all about?” Countess Syaza became increasingly nervous.

Shadow pushed the ledgers to them. “Look at them, stare at them, digest every bit of it.” She said off-handed even though she meant every word uttered.

Those ledgers soon were passed from one hand to another, from one eye to another. Carefully taking notes.

A couple of minutes later, they raised their heads, apparently confused.

Shadow slant her lips, making a smirk. She placed her joined fingers in front of her philtrum, a hot air caressed his hand yet was ignored.

There was something unsettling about the way she stared at them. It felt like a predator was cornering her prey. Malikul who was sitting on her right was amused while Lionhart who was on her left mumbled incoherently with a shaking head. His arms were evidently shaking for no reason, or did he have reason to be afraid of?

A fear rose at the back of his head. However, as the duke of the territory, he didn’t easily give away his fear, thus, putting on a ca