As Kallistra walked away, her silver hair swaying in the breeze, Eratz's gaze lingered on her retreating figure.
The word she left behind echoed in his mind:
"Legendary."
He frowned, he knew too well what it meant, there was only one possibility since she was so sure to get his attention.
"Eratz," Victoria's firm voice pulled him from his thoughts. "Don't listen to her. And whatever you do, don't follow her wherever she wants to meet you."
Eratz glanced at Victoria but didn't respond. His focus shifted briefly to Tamara, whose expression had darkened as she watched Kallistra leave.
Tamara's hands clenched into fists, and a dangerous glint appeared in her eyes. Without a word, she stepped forward, heading straight to Kallistra.
But before she could move far, a hand landed gently on her shoulder.
