Chapter 27: Who Is The Girl?

Haylia's eyes glinted with a sharp, calculating look as her gaze remained fixed on Cassandra. Her lips curved into a sly smile, one that spoke of secrets and unspoken knowledge. 

Her posture was relaxed, yet there was an unmistakable air of confidence, in the way she held herself. 

Haylia's appearance was striking, her sharp features framed by dark, flowing hair that seemed a darker shade of what Siroos had inherited.  

Cassandra, on the other hand, felt a shiver run down her spine under Haylia's scrutinising stare. Despite her careful and composed demeanour, a sense of unease crept into her mind. She instinctively straightened her posture, her hands clasping together as Siroos let go of her hand. 

Cassandra's eyes, usually soft and observant, darted briefly away from Haylia's penetrating stare, seeking a moment of escape. Though outwardly poised, her heart raced, aware that she was in the presence of someone whose intellect and cunning were formidable.