Ren froze mid-step.
The voice wasn't loud, but it was authoritative, like a man who expected his commands to be followed without question. It echoed slightly in the vaulted hallway, like it had been waiting for them.
Lilith's hand moved subtly beside her, probably palming a throwing knife from wherever she usually kept them.
After sharing a glance, they both slowly turned towards the source of the voice.
Standing just a few steps behind the last lantern in the hall was a strikingly handsome Chosen.
Tall, with perfectly combed dark hair and a white cloak that flowed around him like drifting snow, he watched them with intense narrowed eyes. His posture was relaxed, but there was something dangerous beneath it, like a blade half-drawn.
"Aspirants. Why are you roaming the halls?" He asked, his low voice drifting over to them.
