Zaki Lee’s lips curved in the faintest shadow of a smile at the sight, though it vanished as quickly as it came.
To Easther, these men were no allies. If they were not sect enforcers, then they could only belong to the same hunters chasing Zaki Lee. She shifted her weight, every muscle ready to spill blood.
From the ring of soldiers, a tall masked man stepped forward and dropped to one knee before Zaki.
“Young Master, your subordinate was late. The perimeter is secured, snipers in position. Old Master awaits your return. Please mete out punishment for our incompetence.”
His voice carried reverence for Zaki Lee—yet when his gaze slid to Easther, it hardened into suspicion, as though measuring her worth with a single look.
Easther’s expression didn’t flicker. Her grip on her dagger neve
