Chapter 47

Vespesa nodded repeatedly. “Okre, okre, Troti.” Only then did Desilnic him and walk. She watched his tall, imposing figure retreating into the distance. Honestly, did she really need to know so much about his personal life?

When she returned to the room, Nancy was a different person. Now Billy alright, Nancy had shaken off the drowsiness from earlier, her elegant, distant air back in full force. She looked every bit the graceful, untouchable figure Vespera had seen at the dock the day before—like a black swan.