Alicia couldn't help but let her mouth fall open slightly in surprise.
"What's up, Junior?"
Standing there with his hands braced on either side of the doorway, he smiled, his gaze fixed on Alicia's crimson eyes. His pure white hair clung to his skin, damp with sweat. His amber eyes, bright and clear like precious stones, sparkled with curiosity as he looked at her. Dark amberic marks were faintly visible beneath his eyes.
Despite his changed appearance, Alicia recognized him immediately.
Amael Falkrona—or now, Amael Idea Olphean—who was the younger brother of Christina and Connor, the youngest son of Thomen and Alea, and the last heir of the Olphean House.
"The bet is won. You are free now, Junior."
