Chapter 48: Vulture's Claws

Blanche held the stem of her wine glass and let the red liquid dance in it as she wait for Alas to answer. She became the red liquid on the glass, it danced around its bowl round and round when a hand hold it. 

She was like the red wine –sweet and expensive but has a fervent grace when you drink it. 

Blanche was on her third and final level of Alas' challenge. The first one was under the rain, the second was on the change of clothes, and the last one would be held with a bottle of champagne as an honorable witness. 

It's one-love, as Blanche could narrow it down. Alas was stupid but intelligent, unlike the one she knows. He kept things under his control and didn't let all of what he has on shown on the table. He does it one by one. Like how someone buries hatchets one by one for the wolves to follow a path. 

As of now, Blanche was buying time, waiting for the right time to come. For Hent to bind as one. 

It was