Chapter POV: Isabella Taurus Smith
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"I will say it again. I come in peace."
The woman in front of me was beyond beautiful. Despite being of the same gender I was captivated by her grace and mesmerizing face. I shook off the attraction and gripped the revolver in my hand.
"Why are you here? Why would such a famous Specter come to grace us with your presence? Blanche Voir Millénia. You do know that the Europeans here hate you do you not?"
Despite the guns pointed at her Blanche never lost her smile. Blonde hair, fair skin and an enchanting figure, she was the stuff of wet dreams. Her breast almost spilled out of her outfit. A testament to overwhelming charm. She looked like a rich aristocrat who was born with a platinum spoon.
Yet even with a gun trained on her It was as if she never considered me a real threat. I was in a conference room in one of my Siren bases. It was a makeshift underground bunker around the Simmons' neighborhood.
