Then he put down his goblet and clapped his hands twice.
The musicians on the side also clapped the drum twice. The drumming made sense of inexplicable tension.
Evan's slender fingers knocked on the table, and his bangs hung down, covering his eyes.
The undisguised coldness in his eyes made him look like a mighty king in the darkness.
It's as if this was his place.
Avery didn't know what he was going to do. Evan pulled her into his arms, and a sense of security surrounded her.
At last, there was movement at the door.
It's the sound of bells and chains.
Four bodyguards stood at the end, and a servant in front was holding a small thumb-thin chain.
At the other end of the chain was a woman who knelt on the ground. With a collar around her neck, the woman walked on the ground kneeling like the meanest dog.
The woman's short hair was messy.
When Avery saw her face, she was stunned.