Belicia's footsteps echoed through the dungeon, growing nearer and nearer to him.
The last time he saw her was on that rainy night.
Losang II's vision was somewhat blurry.
How many years ago was that?
Where? Eternal Star City? Emerald City? In his secluded assassin's hut, or in Turnbull's chief hut, simple as a military post?
Losang II closed his eyes tightly.
The footsteps stopped beside him.
"How is it, surprised to see me?"
Her voice was sweet yet indolent, reminding one of the warm sun in winter.
"No," the vampire assassin's voice was hoarse, "Kathryn hinted that you would come."
The woman sighed softly:
"It's just like Knife Bitch to sell me out—without a thought for old times."
Losang II did not open his eyes, he strived to keep his voice steady: "Did they send you to persuade me to surrender?"
"Pretty much."
"That is not—"
"That is not possible," Belicia interrupted him, finishing his sentence softly with a sigh, "We both know that."
Losang II opened his eyes.
