"It is true that I have to leave," Moriah continued, her eyelids swinging open suddenly.
"But the time for us to part ways is far from nigh," she concluded, then released me from the hug as her smile waned.
"What do you mean?" I asked, confused by her words, and the sudden ominous tone.
"There is a reason I hid your face from that woman last night. Becoming queen of Andreia is going to be a lot difficult than we anticipated because we have a big problem on our hands," Moriah said, then reached for a folded piece of paper she stuck half way into a leather strap on her right, upper thigh.
She pulled out the piece of paper and stretched it toward me.
"What's this?" I asked softly with worry on my face as I took the paper from Moriah. I unfolded the paper, and my eyes widened
