Whenever Hannah had thrown dirty water on Ivy, Silas would make sure that Hannah stayed knee-deep in a foul-smelling gutter for two or three long hours, the stench clinging to her hair and clothes no matter how much she scrubbed afterward.
Whenever she slipped worms into Ivy's lunch with malicious delight, Silas would calmly return the favor by ensuring that Hannah's own food crawled with cockroaches.
It could be said that Silas always retaliated in the exact same manner, as if he were teaching her a lesson meant for people who treated others like lifeless dolls.
Now, watching Silas beat Walter without the slightest hesitation, Hannah's eyes filled with deep, bone-chilling fear.
Her heart pounded violently, and a sudden thought flashed through her mind.
'My charm… I should use my charm.' Yes, that had to work.
After all, Silas was still a man. Until now, Joel had been the only one immune to her seduction. Surely Silas wouldn't be the same, right?
