Fiore roamed the villa trying to distract herself from Lance's charm. It was a simple touch, not worth that thump, but it did, anyway.
She was, once again, frustrated thanks to no other than Lance. As she was passing a nearby room, she noticed one of the maids tidying up. The maid wore a delicate necklace with a peculiar symbol: a wolf looking to the side while biting a sword. It was small, but she wondered why it was the first thing she saw. Maybe because the image tugged at something in Fiore's memory, but she couldn't quite place it, so Fiore ignored the thought and went to her room for a shower.
As she undressed and looked at her reflection in the full-length mirror, her gaze fell upon the mark on her lower abdomen. The birthmark—an irrelevant symbol she had lived with her entire lif
