Driven by her suppressed anger, Siren wasted no more second and brought out the knife she had stolen on her way to him. Cicero did not notice it. Siren intently watched his reaction as she secretly thrust it down his thigh.
A gasp erupted from the back of his throat in surprise; her eyes were wide enough for Siren’s fist to get through. Cicero watched the woman in horror. His struggles were futile with the restraints. She has the beauty of an angel, but it was as if she suddenly had tumbled out of heaven and now all her beauty does is to create evil things.
It was always him who had the devilish smile directed to the people begging for his mercy. He wasn’t begging for anything yet, but her satisfied smirk made him lose the heat of the moment. Siren’s eyes reflect nothing but indifferen
