Long had he haunted the Waite family, fixating on one particular member, and not even the vast expanse of a continent could deter him. Family. Inflicting harm upon them would be a trivial pursuit, for it would not draw the one he desired into his arms, yet, he could use them, as he had done all these years masking as a friend.
The sister, Jem. How utterly naive she may be, for he had introduced himself already all those years ago. If Juri had been wise, he might have warned his sister, but perhaps he ran and never said a word.
"My dear Jem," On the prowl, his eyes singled her out from the crowd. "Forgive my late arrival; I was unavoidably detained." Detained, indeed—detained in the embrace of death until his resurrection some months ago, but he had been in the shadows, watching from afar ever since that day. "Visa troubles," he muttered with a roll of his eyes. As if that had truly been the thing detaining him.
"I've heard your brother was not feeling himself, and I came as quickly as I could. He needs his friends during these difficult times," Krit said, his voice dripping with feigned sympathy. His expression, a mask of false compassion, concealed the cold calculation behind his eyes. "How can I help mend his broken heart? Maybe a trip home? He always tells me how much he misses his family."
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