When Raul asked Olivera to follow him, she was at first hesitant, not wanting to be anywhere, alone with him. His cold expression even as he ordered her to follow him was a bit unsettling. It was true that he had saved her, but she was still afraid of him, if not more. The rumors about his ruthlessness haven't escaped her memory yet.
But when he piqued up his eyebrow at her, his cold black eyes promising deadly punishments if she thought she could defy him, she quickly stirred, and stepped towards him. He was so much taller than her.
"If I have not had use of you for three months, pack your bags and leave. Tell the others. You have overstayed your welcome. I don't want to see the groupies here when I come back." Raul stated, staring, more like glaring at the ladies.
