"Zaina?"
Akamir mumbled, walking towards her.
'What is she doing here?'
Zaina turned her head as she heard her name, her eyes locking onto Akamir.
A smile bloomed on her face as soon as she noticed him.
She quickly walked towards him and Akamir also walked closer.
But—.
Someone grabbed Zaina's hand and made her halt her step.
'Hmm?'
Akamir looked at the tall woman who stood behind Zaina.
The woman behind Zaina was dressed in a black robe, plain but elegant.
Her black hair was tied neatly at the back, and her eyes were sharp, like she was used to being obeyed without question.
She didn't say anything at first and just looked at Akamir.
Zaina glanced back at the woman holding her wrist.
"It's okay," she whispered, trying to pull her hand free. "He's a friend."
But the woman didn't let go, she kept on staring at Akamir.
Akamir walked closer until he stood in front of them.
He looked at the woman. "Who might you be?"
