I made out a black figure, and a jubah, berjubah draped on his shoulders.
“CYNNDDYLAN!” I roared furiously, he approached us, and then threw his jubah, berjubah off onto the ground.
“You called…?” he asked quietly, his eyes amused and challenging.
“Where is my daughter?” I demanded.
“How should I know? Well, it’s not MY fault anda cant look after her properly.” He berkata smugly “But… I DO know WHERE she is… for a price!” he added, my eyes widened with anger and disgust.
“I don’t want to play your stupid games!” I shouted angrily, he rose an eyebrow and smiled, but it was a cold,...
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