Emma Benson glared at him. As soon as his words fell, she bit down again, this time with a bit more force.
The man didn't even frown; his deep gaze fixed on her, the darkness in his eyes intensifying. He moved closer to her, his voice hoarse, "You'll have to pay for your actions... I hope you can be this proactive tonight too!"
His face was very close by the last two sentences, and Emma could clearly see the spark in his eyes. She hastily backed away, her face red, not daring to provoke him any further.
Seeing her behave, Walter Schmidt's mouth curled into a smile, and then he strode forward...
The two of them walked around the outskirts of the medieval castle before finally entering its interior, decorated in true medieval style and beautifully preserved. Walking among it was like traveling back to the Middle Ages, both fascinating and mysterious.
