Greed slammed into Charlotte, the man’s corruption and megalomania slithering over her skin repulsively. Master Gold’s touch had sent spiders crawling over her skin, but this man felt like a snake: evil, deceitful and dangerous. Charlotte looked into the man’s cold and pale green eyes, not immediately recognizing them, but his short dark brown hair triggered her memory. Charlotte knew who it was.
She’d only interacted with him once: on the day she’d met Master Gold. Charlotte tried to scream but the hand that was clamped over her mouth prevented her from making anything more than a stifled noise.
“Now, Charlotte, we can do this the easy way, or the-“
The man had her right arm— her strongest arm— pinned down, but by covering her mouth, he’d been stupid or perhaps careless enough to lea
