Lord Christopher Mortimer Edwards Voltaire the third narrowed his eyes. He clearly did not believe them. He frowned angrily. He crossed his arms. 

"That is a lie. I still sense her presence very close by. Would you care to tell me where you have hidden her? Or should I tear apart the town to find out for myself?"

His hands started to glow with a red energy as he spoke. His eyes had even turned that shade of crimson that showed how furious he tended to be when lied to. He stepped forward. A black aura soon surrounded his entire body, a physical manifestation of his anger and dark powers. There was a reason no one dared to cross him, a reason why no one defied him nor refused him. He was a very dangerous male, especially when he was angry. 


"well?"
He waited impatiently for their answer.