Adeline stared at Edward, her heart pounding in her chest. His stormy grey eyes were sharp, watching her every move like a predator who had finally cornered his prey. The weight of the oath she had just sworn pressed down on her. The deal was done. There was no turning back now.
She forced a smile, but it felt hollow even to her. "Once I solve my problems, I will become the Saintess." The words had left her lips, it was done now... There was no going back now.
Edward leaned back in his chair, a smirk tugging at the corners of his lips. "'Once you solve your problems'—how vague." He rested his chin on his hand. "I see what you did there, Adeline. You left yourself room to wiggle out of it. But don't think you can escape me. I have my ways."
"Oh my, I had no such intentions." She said with utter disdain. She was already considering the outcomes, if he tried to push her, she would kill him. There is no space to argue. If one of them is dead, would the oath still stand? Hah.
