Chapitre 67: Leash

Stunning red eyes examined his unmasked face below elegant white eyebrows, but the color of her hair was a misleading way to gauge her age, for she looked no older than forty.

Even with so many years under her belt, her beauty was still plain to see, in no way diminished by her age. Her clothing was simple and black, in contrast to the posh feel of her office, and on the back of her right hand was a glimmering tattoo of a full moon.

She carried herself with prim and proper meticulousness as her fingers danced around the skull of a demon with three eye sockets and the same rough shape as the one Lokus had tested Phantom's Beckoning on.

She had started using it shortly after he had entered, meaning it might have something to do with him, but there was no way to know for sure.