**Voices of the Wind—J.T. Peterson**
"Vi…Viktoria?" Ember muttered, feeling as though something just left her body.
The sight of the golden haired woman was a bit of a surprise, even though Khaos had mentioned she was coming to Thalor, seeing her suddenly at the ball slightly startled Ember.
Meanwhile Khaos leaned down before Lucien Belmore who was trying to scramble away, while muttering incoherent words feverishly.
His eyes had restored the normal light silver hue, and now, they were pinned on Lucien. He gripped the other man's shoulders, staring deep into his scaredy eyes, and Ember knew instantly that he was trying to get the Duke Heir to forget his recent memories.
And that was just what happened, Lucien blinked mindlessly at first, then stood up groggily, walking away without looking back at them for once.
