Samia looked up at the towers of the houses of Octoton; the city of eight. It’d been a long journey that had taken her to the Shadow Blades and returned her here. In some ways, it seemed like it had been pointless; she was returning alone after all. But in that time, she’d grown as a person.
It was time to deal with Giuliette.
She needed a plan.
She needed help.
She needed Varga.
Her heart sank at the memory of how they had parted, how he’s seen her fucking Frost before the duel. It felt like there was no way he was ever going to return and help her, no matter how much she needed him.
She kept her hood over her head, concealing as much as she could; there was more chance than ever she’d be recognised in her home city. Selena Reyes was a well-known name throughout all three human houses.
Night was falling; she’d arrived just at the right time. She headed to the Horse and Carriage, a public house on the outskirts of the city, in House Perez’ territory.
She sat at a table in a dark corner of the room, the fireplace flickering from time to time. The red wine was good, but her heart raced as she waited for Varga, wondering if he would ever turn up, if he would ever forgive her.
