"She would not hurt us." Theodore frowned, not liking that his master was taking sides of the enemy. "She had proven it many times. If not for her.."
"... we have not won the war easily. It could be her plan to win your trust. Think about it, the elder sister sent you to war and the younger sister shared the enemy's plans. It is too good to believe. Honestly, I would keep my distance from the young lady." Theo spoke in one breath and stared intently at his master.
Damon nodded, making him relieved. "Good! Keep your distance from her. I expect nothing less."
".... that is not what i meant!" he grumbled. "Master, you should.." but before he could speak, a cold metal touched his neck and he froze.
The tip of the dagger was cold against his hot skin. Damon was looking at him with such a calm and bored look as if they were just discussing the weather.
