“That is Despicable.” I snap angrily. “I would never hurt an innocent.”
“You hurt my daughter.” she defended herself. This was a mistake. I should have never asked her here. What a waste of my time.
“Your daughter wasn’t innocent.” I had no reservations pointing this out.
“She was playing with dark magic and toying with others. She was power hungry and reckless.” I remind her.
Ingrid's lips turned up into a surprising smirk that caught me off guard, and her eyes gave way to her
Mischief.
“What?” I can’t help but ask.
“I just needed to know what kind of man you were before I agreed to help you.” She replies with cheek.
I had this woman all wrong. I expected her to be this timid little thing, but she wasn’t. Sure she didn’t trust us, but it wasn’t because she was scared and w
