KNOCK, KNOCK, KNOCK!
A knock came from outside the private room.
Neither too light nor too heavy, it was just loud enough for those inside to hear without being startling.
Hearing the sound, Cheris's brow furrowed slightly, and a flicker of barely perceptible displeasure crossed her eyes.
The displeasure was faint, so faint it was almost nonexistent.
But Alonso, standing behind her, caught it all the same.
His heart leaped in his chest.
In that instant, he was once again hit with the same feeling of imminent death he'd experienced when facing the flash of Lord Melfield's sword.
No!
In fact, this feeling was even more profound than before.
It was as if he were about to be delivered into the god of death's domain.
Alonso quickly lowered his head, not daring to look any longer.
The waiter in the room had clearly felt that shadow of death as well, his face turning deathly pale.
