"You are new."
Lena looked down at him, her gold eyes locking entirely onto his face.
Julien swallowed hard. His brain quickly pieced through the information right in front of him, assessing the immense threat she posed. He could physically feel the suffocating pressure rolling off her shoulders and pressing down on the entire street.
She was strong.
Way stronger than Kyle.
Julien knew for an absolute fact that if things went completely bad right now, they would both be dead before the giant mercenary could even pull his sword off his back.
Lena did not break eye contact with Julien.
She just slightly turned her head and spoke to someone standing right behind her in the shadows of the nearby tent.
"Who is he?" she asked.
Another person stepped out into the glow of the portable construction lights to stand by her side.
It was a tall guy with the same striking silver hair. Julien immediately noticed they had a very strange resemblance.
