Chapitre 105: Out of time

"I don't know what you're talking about," Xanithe spoke in a decisive, even tone. His gray eyes narrowed as he stared down at the belligerent blonde woman before him. "Who are you, and why exactly have you come to harass me?"

"I'm an envoy for the Mirage's Wizard Council." Shea glared at the nymph, her derisive gaze that felt cold enough to freeze the ocean. "Nazmi. You are her relative, yes?"

"I'm not her relative," the man answered, unperturbed. He crossed his arms, "I don't know why you bother to ask."

"It is vital that I gather information on her," Shea hissed. "Everything I'm doing is for the greater good; she has become a mindless doll that serves no purpose other than to warm the Third Vampire Prince's bed. Her magical abilities could be what saves us mortals, Mr. Xanithe. All I need is for her to collaborate with us."