This occurred frequently when Arianne was younger, yet she did not remember since when she began to feel awkward about it.
Being so close to Mark Tremont, she caught a whiff of the faint tobacco emanating off him and the smell of alcohol, he drank again!
”Will Sivan is gone, who is it this time? Hand in hand, with you I shall grow old... Tell me, who is it?" Mark Tremont’s voice was chillingly bewitching.
Arianne Wynn was too scared to answer. He had already 'ushered’ Will Sivan overseas, if she were to admit that the gift came from him, what sort of fate would befall upon him? She dared not think about it.
”I... I don't know...”
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