(Author's POV)
"Don't try to piss me off any further, ummhmm~ … Elder Richards," Denver sounded cocky.
Seeing his attitude, Catherine's fists curled, but the next second she unclasped them. She knew this wasn't the right time to lose her temper. First of all, this unorthodox place was Denver's den. No one knows what trick he might pull off in here. He is a weirdo and madman~ … after all. And secondly, there were important matters they needed to discuss. Wasting time over an insignificant human girl, she didn't consider it wise.
But, since earlier, something has been bothering her. Those iffy, mocking voices had gotten under her skin, so she asked straightaway, "Who is Derbie? What were those laughs? Those creepy voices? Was it part of your illusion magic?"
