"Oh my, we have company."
A woman's voice chimed from ahead.
I instinctively looked forward—.
And my entire body froze.
She turned toward us, her towering figure reaching an imposing eight feet.
Draped in an extravagant white gown, cinched at the waist and cascading into a floor-length skirt, her presence exuded both elegance and menace.
Her pale, porcelain-like skin contrasted sharply with her jet-black hair, which flowed freely, brushing against her knees.
Lady Valcina Von Castia.
The head of the Histria organization.
Her bright yellow, piercing eyes shifted toward Mortis as she whispered, "How have you been, Mortis?"
A subtle wave of panic coiled in my gut as her gaze shifted in my direction.
Her slight, knowing smile was enough of a warning.
She already knew.
She knew I was Azariah.
Tilting her head ever so slightly, she mused, "Who might he be?"
Mortis turned to look at me. "Segyal Highblood's new heir, Himmel."
"....."
