Anastasia gasped, sucking in her breath as if she saw a ghost in the corridor, as the cursed prince looked nothing less than a spectre with his dark and hollow-looking eyes. The young man asked her,
"Where are you taking me??" As Gabriel had not noticed Dante, he placed his hand on Anastasia's hand as if to stop her, unaware that she had halted her steps a few seconds earlier.
Anastasia noticed Dante's gaze shifting from her eyes to the servant's hand on top of hers. She quickly let go and stepped away from him, despite the damage already being done.
"A servant and a maid sneaking through a dimly lit corridor," Dante deadpanned as he made his way to come to stand before them.
"Prince Dante, I was helping h—" Gabriel began to explain himself, only to close his mouth when Dante snapped his narrowed eyes in his direction, clearly annoyed.
