"Sister?"
The word hung in the polluted, damp air of the alleyway, heavy and undeniable.
Nyx froze, her scarred face paling beneath the grime of the city. She looked at Elias – the undeniable Blackwood-Devage Seer she had known twenty years ago – and then her piercing blue eyes slowly dragged back to me.
She didn't just look this time; she felt. She let down her guard for a fraction of a second, allowing the sheer, crushing weight of my Alpha Fog to wash over her. The scent of burnt ozone, the ancient silver radiating from my veins, the exact shade of my glowing eyes that mirrored the late Queen Adelaide's perfectly.
The heavy crossbow slipped from Nyx’s grip, clattering loudly against the wet tarmac.
"By the Gods," Nyx breathed, all the venom completely draining from her voice. "The
