RHYSAND
Her office is minimal, like all the other branches of her casinos. She acted like putting even a little bit personality will amuse her burst into flames. Like a devil in a church.
Megara Takahashi is the embodiment of Japanese beauty. Skin so pale that she looks like a porcelain doll. Staring at 5’8 with the body of a model. Long silky black hair that reaches her lower back, because she refuses to chop it off. she rules men but she has refused tools her feminine side. According to her, men fear women more than men their follow men.
And I’m usually a fan of her. But she crossed me the last time Lucien came here. And she know I hate traitors. Even more than liars.
“What do you want, Rhysand?” She repeats her earlier question, trying and failing to look unaffected but she knows I
