The next morning arrived quietly. Opening the store, Kiara behaved as though nothing had happened yesterday.
Or rather, she forced herself to.
Her movements were calm, her tone steady, her expression indifferent, but beneath that calm surface, her thoughts were moving restlessly like snakes beneath dry grass, because no matter how much she tried to push yesterday aside, the image of Callista Frost calling her by that birth name continued to return again and again.
"Kyra…"
That voice had not sounded like suspicion.
It had sounded like certainty. Kiara was fully confident that Callista knew who she was.
But then again, it isn't that difficult when she thought about it. Kiara resembles Callista, and then she displayed the power of Frost Dragon. The only mistake she made was not taking into account that Callista, a plainfolk, would be immune to her Absolute Freezing.
