The moonlight illuminated six figures standing at the river's edge.
The air was still and silent as Ember watched the cloaked figure standing there silhouetted by the silver light of the moon.
Everyone waited silently, the tension in the air so thick that it was nearly suffocating.
“You are pretty confident in your abilities,” the cloaked figure said, his hands at his sides flexing in and out of fists.
“I assure you that I am,” Adrian said, his voice deadly.
Ember dared a glance in his direction and admired the strength and conviction in his stance. The usual charming, lighthearted expression on his face was dark and determined as he watched the night stalker in front of them.
“Adrian…” Ember whispered, unsure of what to say. “I don’t think that is Reign.” But Ember’s words came
