"Fight them as you mean it."
The goosebumps spread across Indulf, Dante, and Logan's bodies as soon as Elizebeth left a telepathic message inside their heads. Their heads inevitably turned towards Elizebeth who was looking at them as if they were her lamb chop. Her hungry eyes seemed to find fault in any of their actions.
"Brother," Indulf leaned his body to Dante's shoulder while pinning his gaze to his sister. "Is she… looking down on us?"
Dante looked in the same direction as Indulf, he folded his arms over his chest and coughed to control his expression from leaking. "When we are looking at some point, yes she is as she is at the VIP box above us. In another perspective, she absolutely looked down on us."
"O, oh. It's not good then," Logan clapped his hands together, rubbing his sweating hand against each other with nervous eyes fixated on Elizebeth. "I am scared to disappoint her."