Zeith
My heart quaked as I recalled that horrible dawn when I died. This voice was so familiar indeed.
I slowly turned around to see if I hadn’t just imagined it. But then, she did utter Beta Zeith’s name.
There she was, the pale but attractive fifty-ish sorceress with brown curly hair.
My sensitive organ almost jumped out of my chest when our eyes met. Her brown cold eyes assessed me, and they rested on the small box I was holding.
“Hmm… Are you going to propose to your mate officially?” she deduced, smiling at me.
I was still speechless.
She laughed softly and simply let her eyes roam around us. “What’s that look on your face, Beta Zeith?” She held me by the elbow and led me into a corner wher
