"Zeldin, please tell me," Rea whispered, her eyes wide with a sudden, deep seated dread as she gripped his hand, the music from the ballroom fading into a distant buzz behind them. "If I am the ultimate prize in this war between you and Giska, what happens to me if the battle finally ends?"
Zeldin slowly turned his head to look down at her, his expression remaining perfectly cold and unreadable under the bright artificial light. His black chrome cybernetic eye gave a tiny mechanical click as it focused on her pale face, tracking the slight tremble of her lips. The cold wind from the balcony blew past them, rustling the expensive light filament fabric of her shimmering evening gown, but it could not compare to the freezing atmosphere emanating from her husband.
"The prize remains with t
