Moonie stood silently among the trees, her gaze following the two figures in the distance.
She had been secretly trailing Adam and Genevieve for the past week, ever since they left Davos.
This was her duty, after all.
On the surface, her position was little more than that of a glorified maid. But in reality, she was Genevieve's protector, guardian, teacher, and anything else the young lady needed her to be.
Her loyalty to House Fortuna ran deep. Naturally, that loyalty extended to Genevieve.
And yet… her gaze shifted toward the young man wielding the black whip-blade.
Constantine.
She had been curious about this man for quite some time. The student of Hannibal. The man who had somehow managed to win Genevieve's heart.
