His gaze shifted as footsteps entered the room. He glared at the young man who stood in front of him. "Don't be thinkin' of yerself as part of me crew, boy." He spat. "Thats not what you're here for. Your time will come, make no mistake about that." He glared at the boy, before stabbing a dagger into the table in front of him. It was easy to tell that he was not a happy person at the moment. It was times like these when most knew to ignore him.
Syrena
She looked up at her sister, determination clear in her eyes. She couldn't feel sadness, fear, not in front of these people. She couldn't risk giving them what they wanted. Doing that would make them think they could easily break her sisters. And that was not true. They were strong, and would stay strong, even if it meant death.