There are some situations where you find yourself and the first thing you ask yourself is how I got myself here.
That was the situation Abrielle found herself in. A blade on her neck stopped her from moving an inch. The room was still filled with smoke, ' where was Callista?' the Villainess wondered, trying to find her in this chaos.
Bernice was still on the floor coughing her heart out. Abrielle felt sorry for the princess. She was a minor character that wasn't meant to be caught up in this drama. "Who are you?" Abrielle asked, her throat going dry as she nervously swallowed
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The blade was close and it could slit her throat at any moment. "You are in no place to ask questions.." The person shut her up. She wondered where the foreigner had gone. He should be behind her.
