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thirty-three. ANSWERS PT.2

THIRTY-THREE. ANSWERS PT.2

Haeun leaned back onto the man that held her in place, ass rubbing against his crotch.

She felt him stiffen and her smirk got wider.

"You know, if you were holding me in place and using that deep voice in a... different way, I would be all over you," She whispered seductively before her hand went up to his, gripping tightly, hearing the pops and cracks of the bones splitting from the pressure. "But since you're not..."

She flipped the man back onto the floor, the blade on the other side of the room. She gave the two men a glance, telling them to release her soulmate, and they did, fearing what she would do to them as they heard their other 'buddy' screaming in pain.

"Great, it's my knight in shining armour," Namjoon teased, getting back up. Haeun rolled her eyes.

"I thought you were the Prime and yet you can't defend yourself?"

"They caught me off guard, and most of the time, I have the others."

"Well, when everything is solved, we're going home and I'm training you all."

"Argyris training, great," He mumbled.

"You're getting trained by the great Syrin, it is great."

He rolled his eyes before they walked further into the home, pausing when they heard footsteps walking their way.

Once again, they were surrounded, but this time sounds of heels clicking echoed in their ears. The hair turned their heads to the sound and found a young woman, a little older than Haeun, walking in a beautiful in a stunning wine purple dress, behind her was a face that they were way too familiar with.

The guards backed down, bowing at the sight of the woman.

She silently dismissed them and stared at Namjoon, Haeun could feel him shudder.

"Namjoon, sweetheart, where are your manners?" She spoke, voice was smooth and dark, commanding.

"I'm sorry auntie Elenor," He said, bowing down. Haeun looked at him with confusion and surprise before staring back up at the woman.

"You," She said, eyeing Haeun up and down. "Bow."

Haeun scoffed with an amused smile.

"Bow? I think you're a little out of place here," She said, crossing her arms.

"You're in my home, in the presence of a Duchess. You're the one who's out of place, child."

"A Duchess? So proving my point, you're no one special."

"Haeun, listen to her-"

"My love, when have you ever known me to listen?" Haeun shot back before he could finish his sentence. "Elenor, was it?"

"Careful child, you have no idea just who I am," She glared.

"You're clearly powerful, especially when my dear old mother-in-law is hiding behind you like a child and her mother."

Silence followed as Elenor watched Haeun.

"So you're the descendant of the gifted, Haeun? Was it?"

"You can call me Syrin, I'm sure you're familiar with that title," Haeun smiled sinisterly, spotting a picture frame with the face of one of her victims.