{"The greatest force is derived from the power of the mind"}
I was left alone in the dimly lit room, the silence stretching thick around me. Then, much to my surprise, the door creaked open, and Nessa stepped inside, a bottle of whiskey in one hand and two glasses in the other. Her smile was small, forced as if held in place by something unseen.
"I was instructed by Lord Marcel to bring you a drink," she said, her voice steady but lacking warmth.
I stared at her, feeling the fear rolling off her in waves. It clung to her like a second skin. She had been pushed, even threatened, to come here. I could see it in the stiffness of her posture, in the way her fingers gripped the bottle just a little too tightly.
