The thick silence that wrapped inside Matthew's room was broken when Ulva, Ava, and some other witches walked inside. Almost immediately, the smell of thick blood assaulted their senses.
Seeing the gory scene in front of her, Ava immediately looked around and found Matthew calmly drinking a glass of wine by the window. His hand was in his pocket as he stared outside. He calmly stood there, unbothered by the sight and smell of blood that surrounded them.
"What took you so long?" Matthew asked. He turned and gave Ulva a sinister smile.
"You— your highness— Can you provide me a reason why you chose to kill my witch? "
"Clean the place," Matthew said. "As much as I love blood… its sight would not entertain Ava."
Ava gulped. A sudden discomfort sat in the pit of her stomach. She stared at Matthew's nonchalance appearance. The clear indifference and that smug smirk reminded her of someone else's.
It can't be, Ava thought inwardly.
