"You know what she is."
Lucien Noctis stood beside the tall window of the Noctis Embassy, one hand resting upon the carved stone frame while afternoon rain silvered the streets of Regina beyond the glass, and his expression remained unreadable despite the question Isabella Hart had carried with her since San Diego. Isabella stood opposite him with her coat still damp from the weather, her investigative folder tucked beneath one arm, while Ryan Cruz watched from a nearby chair with the wary posture of a police officer who had learned that supernatural secrets rarely came without a price. Lady Vivienne Noctis remained near the fireplace, quietly studying Isabella's face, and when Lucien finally turned from the window, his dark eyes settled upon the agent with a patience that somehow felt more threatening than anger.
