I saw my Godfather's jaw tighten as the clingy woman and an older man—who was still remarkably handsome despite his age—approached our direction.
"What are you doing here?" asked the older man in a deep, familiar voice.
I was shocked when I realized who he was. I didn’t know Sir Narson St. Michael personally, but I recognized his face from the photographs in one of the rooms at the Villa.
I noticed Sir Narson staring at me.
"Are you Amber Gel, Janus' daughter?" the old man asked seriously, and I nodded.
For some reason, I sensed a hint of distaste in his eyes before he turned his attention to my Godfather.
"Do you know her, Uncle?" the clingy woman asked. What was that witch's name again?
"Of course," the old man replied dismissively. "It’s fine to be generous to your friend's daugh
