Silver Thread-II

Rose immediately walked toward the door. Her slender hands held the doorknob and she pulled the door backward. Her eyes glittered as she looked at Dominic. Her smile blossomed, “How was Starvos?”

“He is pretending to be feeble but he should be alright. It was a stab wound by the doctor said that with his body type and will he should be healed fast enough.” Dominic then took a seat on the bed as he looked at the mirror across him, finding it somewhat odd.

“Well I am glad if the wound is nothing terrible on him. I was worried,” Rose said, walking toward the table to bring herself and Dominic a cup of warm teas.

“Thankfully Hannah didn’t use poison. I know many sorcerers who would use poison to make sure we will suffer to our death,” Dominic took the cup of the tea from her and smiled as he smelled the sweet scent.

“Isaac,” Rose mentioned, recalling how the man also used poison. “What will you do now?”

Dominic leaned his body backward, “Watch. The people from the Order now knows how t