Night had fallen, and the corridors were quiet. Julian walked steadily toward his quarters, his mind still lingering on the conversation he had with Glain.
The plans for the days ahead weighed heavily, and he knew he needed to sharpen himself, bring his three core skills into harmony, so he'd be ready when the time came to face that colossal beast.
As he turned down a dimly lit path, Julian slowed his steps. Someone was there, waiting beneath the glow of a solitary streetlamp.
Beatrix.
She leaned casually against the lamp post, the pale light cascading over her face and tracing the curves of her figure.
The way the shadows played against her features made her beauty almost untouchable, but the indolent tone in her voice grounded it immediately.
"Finally… you came this way," she said, her tone lazy, tinged with impatience. "I'm exhausted from waiting for you."
Julian's eyes narrowed slightly. "What do you want?"
