Betrayal Shadows
The moon hung high in the darkness above Silverfang manor, a ghost's silver light shining down from above black walls and obsidian courtyards. Victor remained in his own quarters, mind ablaze with rage and plan. He thought of little else but getting sleep; in its stead burned red-hot desires for revenge.
The trembling voice of Mira lingered within his mind. The bandits. Northern warriors. Malcolm.
If Ava was the one who had brought these demons on to her territory. he would have no option but to deal with her. He was daydreaming when there was a gentle knock at his door.
Victor moved swiftly in an instant, coiled muscles. Nobody came to his room at this hour unless it was an emergency. He moved towards the door and opened it.
To his surprise, there was Nadia. "Nadia?"
