“My name?” Illya repeated in a weak voice before proceeding to bite the inside of her cheeks. She fiddled with her fingers, her palms sweaty as her mind raced. Is this what Zephyr meant by saying they will see her soon? The thought alone made Illya dizzy from the amount of anxiety building up within her.
“Is Zephyr the one behind all of the murders? Is he the one influenced by the witch?” Illya mumbled loud enough for only herself to hear. Alas, her mumblings did not go unheard by Oz whose senses were more sensitive than most mortals. The blonde male immediately seized her arms once more and forced her to face him, his grip unrelenting in order to give her no other option but to look at him.
“What do you mean by that? What does that bastard prince have to do with this? Did something not
