We had teleported right in front of a big imposing mansion. Teleportation, contrarily to what I thought, made me feel neither dizzy nor nauseous.
Where the hell are we? I thought, my jaw dropping as the idea of living in this mansion crossed my mind.
Andreas approached the front door confidently and knocked.
Within seconds, someone who was dressed like a butler opened the door, “Good morning,” he greeted rather haughtily.
Yeah, it was the morning wherever we had landed. And it didn’t look like they had been expecting our arrival. And if they did know of us coming, they weren’t pleased.
“The name is Andreas Patera. I want to have a word with the head of the clan,” Andreas spoke evenly, his voice devoid of emotions.
“Is it really appropriate…” the butler began only for Anastasia
