The man standing before them looked nothing like the leader of the most mysterious information network in the region.
He looked like a traveller.
A beggar even.
His dark hair fell loosely around his face, slightly messy as if he had little interest in maintaining a noble appearance. A thin scar ran across the bridge of his nose.
Stubble covered his jaw.
Clear signs of neglect.
His clothing was simple despite the wealth he should have commanded as the leader of the Underground.
A dark coat hung loosely over his shoulders. Beneath it was a plain shirt tied with rough lacing at the collar. No symbols. No family crest.
And yet the moment he appeared, Alice's instincts screamed at her.
Danger.
His posture was relaxed.
Almost lazy.
But that was merely a cover for his true strength.
A crooked smile rested on his lips as he casually held Alice's wrist, stopping her strike from shattering the realm.
And no matter how Alice tried to pull free…
