The office was beyond Kyle's expectation. Everything screamed money—gold-trimmed walls, a huge window showing off Necrus's skyline, a carpet so soft he felt bad stepping on it with his dirty boots. Shelves lined with books and weird glowing trophies watched him as he shuffled in.
Behind a massive desk sat the Guildmaster. A woman. Petite, smaller than he'd expected, but beautiful—maybe even more than Bella. Her hair was jet-black, cut short and sharp, framing a face that could've been carved from marble.
Her eyes, bright green, locked onto him, and he froze. She wore a sleek outfit—dark red, tailored perfect, with gold stitching that matched the room. Expensive didn't even cover it.
"Kyle Anders," she said, voice calm but firm. "Sit."
He nodded fast, dropping into the chair across from
