The lift was smooth, too smooth for something floating entirely on mana circuits and glowing crystals.
I had seen castles fall and skies burn, but the silence right now ate at me in a way I couldn't explain.
My mind inadvertently jumped on that little girl, Pixie...
All this time, the only other thing running in my mind, other than the possible re-invasion of the hollows, was about Pixie.
After all...what I told her was only half the truth.
The ground beneath my feet, still unstable, made my stomach fall.
The girl beside me, tall and draped in shimmering silks that clung to her like liquid gold, flashed her perfect smile at the hovering cameras as we walked out of the elevator.
Auctioneer, they called her.
But she was more than just a pretty face. She was the Lapui House's charm in a dress.
Every blink and breath was designed to distract the guests while everything else happened behind the shadows.
