The horror on Lucrezia's face was almost tangible as she blinked repeatedly, like her mind physically refused to process what stood before her.
Meshach- alive. Tied to a chair in a basement of the man she had been staying with this whole time?
Her breathing became uneven as she tried to get a hold of herself.
Which Meshach was she seeing right now? The one who supposedly died the night her father was assassinated?
Or was this some sick imitation standing in front of her?
On hearing her voice, Dahlia froze where she stood bent over the chair.
Her stomach dropped instantly as she slightly moved her head to confirm she wasn't dreaming.
Shit.
Meanwhile, Meshach was the first to fully look at Lucrezia and for a second, genuine shock crossed his battered face.
"Miss Lucrez—" His voice cracked before he could finish.
Lucrezia stared harder at him.
Compared to the last time she saw him that day, he looked older now somehow...like he was worn down.
