After receiving Severine's instructions, the driver steered the car toward the given address.
17 Willowbank Road in Ashford.
Alina had invited Severine for dinner before her next contest. Under her constant whining and pouts, Severine had agreed.
She had no idea that Isabella would give her an urgent call, asking for a sudden meeting.
At least, I have made her stance clear, she mused.
By the time the sun slipped behind the horizon, she finally reached the location.
It was surprising how her mind was completely blank. Before stepping out, she glanced at her reflection in the mirror.
The side of her left cheek was still slightly red but not swollen.
It had already healed on its own—again.
What kind of bloodline could cause this? Wolves tended to heal faster, but not at this rate. Snakes? Cats? Bears? Swans?
None fit the puzzle.
Ah, whatever...
