173 Lady Elsa Vogel

The carriage advanced after we got in. Our escorts had gone quiet. Their chests heaved up and down as they breathed noisily. They were scared, but Osgar was even more afraid. His forehead was covered in sweat. He couldn't stop fidgeting with his fingers.

"You're starting to make a name for yourself." The baroness broke the eery silence. Her red lips parted into a charming smile. "I didn't imagine you'd look like this though."

"What did you imagine?" I asked.

"Some tall, handsome blond boy with a wide jaw and an attitude," she answered. "It would be more fun breaking you if I were to add some seduction to the game, wouldn't you agree?"

I frowned at her. "What's stopping you now?" I asked.

"You're already under my spell dear boy," she said. She had caught a strand of her hair and started rotating it around her fingers. "Lucky I don't mean to kill you."