❝ 𝙳𝙾𝙽'𝚃 𝚃𝙷𝙸𝙽𝙺 𝙰𝙱𝙾𝚄𝚃 𝙼𝙾𝚅𝙸𝙽𝙶. ❞ The razor’s edge of a blade kissed the Pavus scion’s throat, another blade’s tip catching at the fabric at the base of his spine. How frustrating it was for his quarry to evade his trap, another magister having taken the bait instead. A muscle twitched in Lucanis’ jaw, wary for even the slightest indication of magic — the contract didn’t specify anything about collateral damage, after all.
❝ Now tell me, where is Nenealeus and why are you taking his meetings? ❞
@demortuis ♡










