Alyssane's throat was dry.
But she forced her voice to be still as she asked, "What does that have to do with me?"
"Everything," Nora's fingers toyed with the silver chain around her neck, a rhythmic clicking breaking the oppressive silence, her voice was distant, "Are you aware of the history of House Anders to whom he belonged? Some say they branched out from a cursed ancient bloodline… but the rumors have never been proven."
Alyssane finally glanced back, "I do not care about their history."
Nora let out a small sigh and murmured, "Ah, but my dear, your past and theirs are intertwined, more closely than you can imagine. Have you known about their missing heir who suddenly vanished one night and was never found? It was the first time House Anders sought us… roughly a few decades ago, and the heir was found before that year ended."
