Dead Soul Exorcist

61 | A Glimpse of Doubt

"In the end, even though it's already night, no one seems to realize our presence here," Oliver Sablecrest said as he sipped on the freshly brewed chamomile tea from the makeshift equipment in the barn building. "Honestly, what you did earlier only made it more difficult for them to find us, Lady Swiftwind."

Serena snorted in annoyance. Her eyes were covered with a layer of black cloth, and both her hands were tied behind her back. The palms of her hands, which were injured, still stung. But she wouldn't regret what she had done—yet.

"Ah, it's boring talking to you," Oliver grumbled. "You remind me of that Nyxshade boy. When you think about it, you two are quite a match. A boy who's lost his title and wealth, with a poor Earl's daughter. Wow. Truly the dream couple of this century, huh?"

Now Serena rolled her eyes, even though Oliver couldn't see it. "I really can't believe it," Serena grumbled. "Is that all you think about when it comes to women? That someone's life is only about mar