CHAPTER 12

Michael felt his soul literally leave his body. She seemed to tower over him while his body cowered in a corner, displaying her supremacy over his soul as though she were a soul reaper. Her green piercing eyes seemed to scan his soul, and for the first time in a long time, she looked quite attractive, even though she was a mess at that moment.

Iryna hissed again when the man in front of her, went pale. "Why are you here?”

Michael opened his mouth and tried to find his words but to no avail. “Why can't we discuss this inside?" He looked at the men surrounding her. Some of them made killer facial expressions at him and he shivered.

"You think you are in a position to ask for anything from me?” she asked glaring daggers at him. Certainly, she must have never known Michael. How could he even begin to imagine that he stood a chance at making suggestions here?

“You have five minutes, or else my English man here," she pointed to the man that had pointed a gun at Michael's head a while ago.