Irida walked slowly down the corridors of her compound. Her long dress swished as she walked.
Helena and her friends had left to go back north, and Eli was on his mission in the West. There was an eery silence.
She knew if she called out, that any number of her warriors and guards would appear. But for now, she walked in solitude. Mulling things over in her mind. She made her way in the direction that she had taken Helena while she was here.
Standing in front of the mural that Helena had been so interested in, she ran her fingers over the pendant again. Such a precious gift, and yet it could blend in with anything. She just hoped that she would get to hold it in her hands again soon.
Should she have told Helena the truth? Looking at the image of Seline and Hyperion, she bit her lip
