But he didn't press. Some secrets, he understood, were not his to uncover.
"Well." Cassius said, clapping his hands together. "Shall we go introduce ourselves, Isabelle? It seems only proper to greet the man who runs this entire operation."
He turned to look for Isabelle—and stopped.
Isabelle was not beside him.
Isabelle was, in fact, currently surrounded by a small mob of excited employees who had apparently been waiting for the right moment to approach.
They crowded around her with the fervor of pilgrims at a shrine, their professional demeanors completely abandoned in the presence of celebrity.
"Is it true you're going to become a Supreme Mage?!"
"What's it like to tear apart demon wolves without even casting a spell?!"
"How do you keep your skin so flawless?! I've tried every cream on the market and nothing works!"
"Can I have your autograph?! Please?! My daughter would be so jealous!"
