"I can smell them," Lucas said the moment he arrived inside her room. His face immediately turned ugly. "Someone else was here…"
"Yes," Rosalind had been waiting for him. She knew that he would come back tonight. A part of her hoped that he would sneak into her room in the dead of the night. "Atior, the sorcerer, came." She was sitting by the fireplace reading her book. She looked up and stared at him.
He was standing by the window, scowling at her. How could someone still maintain his looks even when he was scowling?
Rosalind could not answer that.
Instead, she chose not to focus on his face but on the words that he was saying instead.
"What did he want?" he asked.
"She called me her Goddess." Rosalind frowned. "You don't seem to be surprised."
"You are someone who could wield the darkness. The fact that she or any sorcerer for that matter would call you that, is not surprising." He walked towards her and calmly sat on her bed as if it was his.
