"And how should we punish you for being late?" Damien was the first to speak, his voice sharp with authority as he eyed her. The gleaming edge of his sword caught the moonlight and the seriousness in his expression made Victoria's throat tighten. She swallowed hard, though she kept her chin lifted.
Knock....Knock.... Knock.
Victoria stirred awake at the sound of persistent knocks on her room door. Her lashes fluttered open slowly, and she sat up on the bed with a faint groan, her expression already marred by irritation.
"Just who the hell is that?" she muttered under her breath, her voice low and groggy. Her gaze shifted around the room only to realize that her room has been enveloped in darkness. The night had fallen fully.
'Oh… could it be my brothers then?'she thought aloud with a soft sigh. 'Perhaps they've come to call me out for training.'
