Baroness Voss is watching the news, sipping her tea.
She puts the cup back down with a soft clink.
Her favorite tea does not taste as good today.
The usual black tea that always tastes rich and comforting leaves a bitter aftertaste on her tongue, lingering longer than it should. She narrows her eyes slightly and blames Lucien for it.
Lucien has just called her, updating her about the Hunters.
Twenty people.
All of them can wield magic now.
And they want to add more members.
Her fingers curl slowly against the armrest.
Has Isabelle not explained to her beloved apprentice that magic is not for everyone? That talent alone does not equal suitability? That power, in the wrong hands, is far more dangerous than no power at all?
And the Custodians' oath.
Have they all forgotten about that too?
She already voiced her concerns to Lucien, calmly.
His reply still echoes in her mind.
