Mikel leaned in a bit more closer, pinning the poor woman against the wooden bookshelf.
He was standing extremely close to her, so close that Sylvia could feel his warm breath and it made her very nervous.
"No affinity for magic. Don't even know the meaning of your own name. Quite useless aren't you?" He chuckled mockingly.
Was knowing the damn meaning of her name so important?
Sylvia, being very flustered, lost her composure for a second and angrily retorted. "Sorry that you wasted your money. Why don't you return me and ask for a refund."
She looked defiantly, meeting the devil's gaze eye to eye.
But as soon as she saw him, saw the amused cocky smirk on his face, she immediately returned back to reality.
What did I just do? She covered her mouth with her palms in shock.
Sylvia didn't dare to look up at the devil in front of her again. Her heart raced as if she was prey caught by a dangerous predator.
But Mikel only coldly chuckled. He was amused at her little outburst.
