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Last week, we left Braeden with a mysterious woman unconscious at his feet. This was not because she swooned over his burly manliness, though I would hardly blame anyone for doing so. She in fact sustained a smack to the head with a war hammer- a blow that would have killed a mere mortal. In the meantime, Braeden is reading the riot act to one of her henchmen, telling him he had no authority to operate in the area.
“We had every authority.” She suddenly stood toe-to-toe with him, something no one had dared since he was fourteen.
Braeden looked straight into eyes which at first appeared black, but pulsed yellow every few seconds. Torresia was right. It had to be Daciana Tomescu, and Braeden was no longer sure if the stories about her were mere superstition.
“Hand over your orders,” Braeden somehow kept his voice calm and finally dragged his gaze away from her eyes, which he quickly regretted when she grinned widely, revealing sharp incisors, long as a wolf’s fangs.
“I will not,” she said, her awful eyes turning very black. “I receive my orders directly from Teodora Inferrara and she is never foolish enough to put them in writing.”