Hearing the subtle British accent, Joanna slowly exhaled. It was just a resemblance, not *that* woman. She was long dead! And that woman wouldn't have Eliana's aura!
"It's me. "
Joanna forced a smile, but it clearly lacked the previous warmth.
She looked at Eliana's face, an unusually strong sense of unease twisting inside her.
Next, the man in the room stood up, the sound of his leather shoes scraping the floor growing closer. Selena's eyelids twitched more and more violently.
"Dr. Eliana, it's an honor. " The man's tall, slender figure stood before Selena. His voice, like fine wine, was still utterly captivating.
A long—forgotten sensation suddenly spread throughout her body.
Selena's body stiffened; she dared not move an inch. Her throat tightened, and her blood rushed to
