Saryah's smile never faded as she scanned Fowler up and down. It was as though she could feel his apprehension.
"I heard that you were looking into my family."
Fowler immediately shook his head. "I've done no such thing."
Saryah giggled. "I believe you, I believe you."
She took a step forward, her obnoxiously large breasts swaying with her as she leaned toward Fowler. She had the oddest scent to her.
Grapefruit. That was what it was, Fowler was sure. But somehow it also felt like bloody roses, as though someone was slowly dropping honey-infused blood onto the citrus spritz.
"But, you are very smart, aren't you, Fowler? I believe it's quite unfair that the system chose to take your Title away from you. Even the Kaelthar Clan isn't aware of my Race's lineage, but you do know. You hadn't even been actively looking for it, but you stumbled onto the pieces by accident and that beautiful mind of yours put them all together."
