Roxana stood at the edge of the burning village, her posture relaxed, the faintest glint of amusement in her eyes as she sensed the auras drawing closer.
The power radiating toward them was unmistakable, carrying the rage and vengeance that only came from a family whose pride had been wounded.
The Emberhart family.
Her lips curved into a small smile as anticipation curled within her. "They're coming," she murmured to herself, as if the wait itself was a game she enjoyed.
Moments later, Lucas joined her, his movements as unhurried as his demeanor. A smirk tugged at his lips as he stood beside her, his hands casually resting at his sides.
Roxana tilted her head toward him, a playful glint in her eyes. "So, is your business with the young master finished?" she asked, her tone light, though it carried a dark undercurrent of amusement, as if knowing exactly what had transpired.
