"Mother!"
Lyra kicked open the door to her VIP Room with the confidence of someone about to drop the hottest gossip of the century.
Instead, she found her mother having a very intense staring contest with the Nephilim Lord Valeroth.
Behind him, the Nephilim Prince stood so stiffly his fists looked like they were trying to fuse into his own spine.
In the corner, the room attendant was currently attempting to become one with the floorboards, shivering so hard he was practically a human vibrator in the presence of such overwhelming existences.
Everyone turned to look at Lyra. The silence was deafening.
"Mother, I saw Necr-"
Lyra's sentence died in her throat. She froze, as she suddenly raised her head.
The two Monarchs didn't even wait for her to finish. In a blur, they vanished, reappearing on the roof of the Auction House.
