CHAPTER 20
Brygida grasped her vial, ready to unleash the wrath of the blood if necessary. But Lord Granat’s guards didn’t draw any weapons nor move to attack them.
No, not guards…
Beside him stood two younger people, a man and a woman, both with the same ash-blond hair and dark-brown eyes. The same eyes Lord Granat had. Were they his children?
The man was handsome, with a sculpted jaw and sharp cheekbones, a frame as tall and broad as Kaspian’s but brawnier, like that of a seasoned warrior. A couple of scars at his brow and the periphery of his face marred his beauty, but lent him an intimidating air. The woman’s figure wasn’t much different—she’d outmatch even Halina in a test of strength—but she had a heart-shaped face, with flinty, cold eyes that belied any softness to her features
