Duke Herold slowly turned his head toward them. But Olivia noticed that gaze wasn't just for all three of them, it was more directed toward her.
Olivia swallowed. Then slowly Duke Herold stepped toward that sofa. Then all three of them slowly lifted their heads. But when Olivia lifted her head.
The thread tied on her wrist trembled badly. Olivia observed her own hand. Her red thread that had once been bright now looked dull, as if following the mood of its owner that had been empty.
But Duke's black thread just now... it was different. If Javien's thread represented suffering, Duke's thread represented evil that was deliberately kept alive.
Olivia began to realise, during the 7 years she had gone quiet, this world hadn't stopped turning. In fact, it had grown darker. That thread wasn't just a different colour but there were also threads on his wrist.
