The sound of her heels reverberated in Cristian's ears, causing him to pivot toward Lambert, whose smile remained gentle yet inscrutable.
'Is he manipulating my thoughts?' Cristian squinted at Lambert, striving to quell his mounting anxiety.
Just as Cristian was about to resume his seat, Leonard stood up. "Lady of the Night, welcome to this council."
Cristian turned to the door, locking eyes with a pair of obsidian orbs, set within a face that momentarily rendered him speechless.
"So, the renowned guild master of the Dark Light is here," Mia sneered, swiveling her gaze to Cristian. He clenched his fist so tightly that the sound of his gauntlet creaking pierced the room.
Confronted with the imposing woman in a black gown, he couldn't help but demand answers. "Why?"
In that moment, Cristian appeared vulnerable, though it took every ounce of his being to restrain himself from reacting impulsively to her presence.
