Chapter 171

Bellatrix's expression crumbled in a matter of seconds. "Fuck no," she muttered, the words leaving her lips before she could stop them. "Eh?" Thomas flinched at her words. However, before being given a moment to process them, Cillian stepped forward. "Not enough room?" He questioned, lingering behind Bellatrix. She sensed his presence. Casting a look over her shoulder, she met his gaze and felt the urge to frown. But after little consideration, she came to the conclusion that he wasn't worth her emotion and strength. She'd much rather conserve it for someone who would. As she looked away, Cillian's gaze lingered on the back of her head for a few seconds before he swallowed thickly and directed his gaze back to Thomas. Behind them both, Damien glanced between the two of them and chuckled silently, yet, just like when he'd been talking to Bellatrix, spilling lies even didn't believe, it lacked sincerity. It lacked everything. "I-It's not that, sir," Thomas stuttered, lowering his gaze. "