While her master did what her master always did, which was apparently smile, charm, ruin Legacy families and step into the next catastrophe with the casual grace like he were walking into a candy shop, Eira forced herself to continue with her own assignment.
The encounter with Lucienne still clung to her.
It had not left her skin:
The Monster's voice, soft and terrible beside her in the cold height of the night, still lingered near the edge of her hearing like a whisper reality had failed to erase. Eira had faced terrible things before and she had lived through punishment, imprisonment, ancient darkness and enough terrifying shit while in the World of Power and the Eternal Prisons to make other beings apply for retirement from existence itself, but Lucienne was different.
Lucienne did not feel like a threat approaching from outside but a truthalready standing behind you, waiting for the rest of the world to notice it was too late.
