BETRAYAL

“Young master, we have not found one lead about the madam’s whereabouts. I’m sorry to say young master, but I think the madam is actually dead. The mission…” “She is not dead!” I roared, cutting him off, not caring what next he had to say as I jumped up from the chair which I sat on. My cold eyes bore into his, my nose flared, and my breathing heavy. I could feel his bones crunching beneath my palm brought me out of my dazed state. And I traced the noise down to his pathetic, weak jaws. I had no idea when my hands wrapped around them, but I barely cared. How dare he say, Leah was dead? “Repeat after me?” I hissed, squeezing his jaws tighter. He swallowed, his eyes wide in fear as he struggled to nod, tears clouded his eyes as he muttered yes. “Say, Leah Blackwood is not dead,” I growled, and his silence which came after annoyed me more. So I gripped tighter, my voice loud and intimidating. “Say it!” I gritted. He flinched as he stammered his words, “Le…Leah Bla…Blackwood is not dead.”