Ahcehera remembered the subtle shifts in Richard's demeanor, the way he carried an air of wisdom and restraint that mirrored Riezekiel's.
It was as though the essence of Richard's brother had merged with Richard somehow, leaving her with more questions than answers.
Ahcehera leaned back, closing her eyes as she tried to piece everything together. Could it be a coincidence? I thought everything had ended when we left Cazumi 0071.
Or was there a deeper connection, one tied to the mysteries of the royal bloodline and their mate bonds? Should I trust fate?
Her instincts told her there was more to Richard's transformation than met the eye. And as much as she trusted him, she couldn't ignore the growing curiosity and unease within her.
"I need to confirm it," she whispered, her resolve hardening. When he inherited the power of the dark core, something must have occurred right there.
