I exhaled a low breath, running a hand through my hair.
I set the goblet on the table before clutching the bottle to pour more wine. This was my third cup, and it had yet to take influence, not that I wanted it to; I just needed to feel something.
I was numb, and the only thing that could make me feel alive was having olive green eyes pinned on me, the soft tune of her voice, and her giggles. Goddess! I missed her greatly already. Wake up for me, my love.
I heard a creak, and my eyes moved to the balcony.
Hearing Snow's growl and his gaze fixated on that spot, my instinct told me he discerned something I couldn't. I rose to my feet.
The closer I got, the more I could see a dark figure standing outside.
I stepped through the doors without hesitation and found a man wearing the same mask as Corvin's, but white.
"Greetings, Father of The Endless."
"I take it you're Zevrin the White."
From the eye slits of the mask, there was a wild glow of violet.
