FIA
I turned fully to face the cloaked figure.
The stillness in the hallway pressed against my skin. Every nerve ending screamed danger, but something else threaded through the alarm. Something familiar that didn't quite match the threat my instincts insisted was there.
"Is the intention to scare me or talk?"
The figure reached up. Hands pulled back the hood, revealing a face I'd seen only twice before but had memorized anyway.
Lysander.
"How did you know it was me?" His voice carried genuine curiosity.
"I have a decent sense of smell."
He walked closer. Each step measured and deliberate. "It does boost my ego to know that though our meetings tend to be short, you never forget me."
Heat crept up my neck. I pushed it down and focused on the question that actually mattered. "Are you here to pay your respects to the dead?"
"No." He stopped a few feet away. "Considering I was the one who ended your sister and in turn pushed your stepmother to suicide."
