The familiar name made Camelia's heart skip a beat.
Golden blond hair flashed before Camelia's eyes, and a soft smile appeared before her. The kid Camelia had helped raise ever since she was small; that was who Eris was for her.
"Eris Legios? Do you have a photo or something of her? I need to check something."
Camelia did not realize that she was shaking, but it felt bad enough when she looked at her extended hand. It was not steady, and she would drop anything she picked up.
Zayne also knew it would have been wise for him not to hand Camelia anything.
But things did not happen that way.
Maybe because Zayne trusted Camelia, he handed her the tablet with an old painting.
The painting's style looked vaguely familiar, and Camelia suddenly remembered commissioning this portrait for her kids before she died.
