**Will To Live—Kamikaze Kitty**
Lady Sylvia reluctantly stood to her feet.
"What makes you fear so much?" Ember asked, stunned at the amount of fear that had flickered in the other woman's eyes for a moment.
The rumours said that Lady Sylvia was the embodiment of what a true noblewoman should stand for. Demure yet fearless, self-aware yet comported. But something about Dylan Shantaville seemed to reduce the woman to something else.
And the strangest thing about the situation was the fact that Ember hadn't even mentioned the Duke Heir. It was Lady Sylvia that took the initiative.
The woman looked at her, smiling tightly although her nervousness still easily showed. "Are you not here to inquire of my past relations with the Duke Heir?"
Ember nailed her with a meaningful stare. "I never said that." She simply said, "like I said before, hearing that your name made it to the list, I've come to make friends with you."
