Chapter 41: An Ancient Prophecy

MOON

Daemon swept his gaze over the woman who had now pulled down her cloak. Strangely enough, her hair was a blazing red despite the lack of melanin in her skin colour.

"I wasn't aware that the Night Mages are now a pack." Daemon said blandly, uncaring for the insult he had all but thrown at the woman. His eyes dared her to take offence.

The Night Mage simply smiled, exposing very white teeth. "Well we aren't rogues either. At least not the kind that you're fighting."

"What has your father sent you to say to me?" Daemon continued impatiently.

"I am almost offended that you would think I am not here by myself."

"If you were, you wouldn't have introduced yourself as your father's child."

"If I had introduced myself otherwise, I do not believe you would have given me an audience."