Gillian.
The moment Lazarus’s dark energy halted between us, I knew it was no mere test.
Lazarus was far more cunning than that.
He was still smiling in front of the elderly, appearing like nothing more than a guest who had come to make acquaintances. But beneath that gentle façade… I could feel the heavy and tainted energy I had known for a long time.
The energy of a creature who had lived through deception.
“It is poor manners,” I said with a polite smile of my own, “to bring a curse into another man’s home.”
He chuckled softly, as if amused by my remark.
“Alpha King,” he replied, his voice low enough that only we could hear, “It has been a long time since our last meeting.”
I did not answer.
Instead, I studied him.
And there I saw the traces of magic upon his body… thin lines
