Vincent/Vaelthor~
Nancy's reflection in the mirror sharpened as if the air itself grew colder. Her once-soft features hardened, and her eyes narrowed with a kind of intensity that made it feel like she could reach through the glass and shake me into understanding. The flickering light overhead created shadows along her cheekbones, making her look more like a warning than an ally. If I could even call her that.
"Listen carefully, Vincent," she said, her voice low and steady—almost too calm. That kind of calm that carried weight… danger. The words slithered into the air, wrapping around me like cold fingers. "If you're truly set on breaking this bond with Katrina, it isn't complicated. It's cruelly simple."
