77 A Bet

The whole day Anna spent it reminiscing about what could move the heart of not just anybody, but the half-devil named Roshan. 

Obviously stories that were told to touch the heart were ineffective on him, so she skipped it and involuntarily bit her nails, as though it'd help her think properly.

"You're one strange human if you ask me, why help someone who tried to end your life?"

Rebecca couldn't hold in her question anymore as she laid Gemma's bed. If it were her, she'd make sure that lousy maiden doesn't even get the antidote.

Anna understood Becca's questioning to a valid point and a faint smile crossed her lips, yet Becca could tell from her eyes that the young lady was in another dimension.

"That's not it." She sighed.

"Then what is?"

"I don't think she wrote any notes." Her cryptical stare landed on Becca. "I don't know why, but I believe her."