Silence took control over the vast room, two breaths passed, and no one said a word but rather some looked at Phoebe like she had gone insane while others gawked at Ruth who stood still__trembling like she was suddenly standing in a den of angry lions.
Phoebe was right about one thing; Ruth was regretting the reason as to why she had come for the dinner. She was also wondering how her identity had been figured out so quickly. Her face had changed; she had a new name and an identity that was foolproof. Even the magic being used to track her had been tampered with by the master.
The only loose end she could think of was Ophelia. That bitch maid must have said something when she was captured. She had grown into a habit of bragging and running her mouth ever since she was given some money and officially made one of them.
Dammit! We should have killed that bitch instead of recruiting her, Ruth cursed in her mind.
