Luna Sutton hadn't spoken yet when a gentle yet cold voice interjected, "Young Lord Fawkes is generous indeed, to dare send such a character by Luna's side."
It was unclear when Kian Sterling had approached; his androgynous face was full of coldness, his long, ink-black hair reflecting a cold, dark light in the morning sun, with ten fox tails waving dangerously behind him.
He looked at Chloe Callahan with deep eyes, and that gaze caused Chloe to shiver uncontrollably, her heart filled with increasing fear.
"Th-Third Prince..."
Chloe's voice trembled, instinctively wanting to flee, but a single look from him rooted her in place.
"What? Surprised to see me?"
Kian's lips curved into a dangerous arc, "Chloe Callahan, you're bold enough to dare appear before me again?"
Chloe's face turned pale, knowing that Kian hated her to the core.
