Aerona heard the jingling sound…
Something about it was so familiar, and it took just a look at Kyra's face to know what it was.
“They are coming for me again, ain't-”
The rest of her question was buried with the noise that came from the door.
This time it sounded a little gentle but desperate at the same time, there was no way Brock would knock that same way, and it got her more curious.
Kyra walked toward the door and when she opened she stepped back a bit, as a man in his twenties more versatile than Brock.
There seemed to be a sort of prestige in his aura and when he spoke, his voice came to her soothingly and calmly.
“I am here for the captive.” He spoke to Kyra first before looking around at the captive.
Kyra said nothing but tilted her head toward the direction of Aerona wh
