"What are you doing, witch?" Engel sternly asked. His eyes keenly observed Araminta as she unmovingly stood over Nevaeh's body, her eyes blankly staring at her.
Araminta raised her gaze towards him and smiled. "Nothing." She honestly replied as that was indeed the case. She was idly standing over and watching Nevaeh.
Engel frowned, his gaze intently locked on hers. "You're not supposed to do nothing." He said. "Do what needs to be done and get my wife out of there." He softly drawled while his gaze followed Araminta as she squatted beside Nevaeh and gently ran her hand through her hair before lifting her eyes to him again.
"Sure I will, but only after we strike a bargain."
"A bargain?" Engel's brows tightly knitted while she nodded.
"Yes, a bargain Lord Engel." She replied as she rose to her feet. "You see, my lord, a witch is naturally crafty, but this you already know as you're one of the five lords."
