I shook my head, trying to clear the image of the terrified maid from my mind. If the "Rael" of this world was some kind of soul-harvesting tyrant, breakfast was going to be a lot more complicated than I thought.
I started walking down the hallway, my boots clicking against the polished stone, when I saw a familiar figure standing near a large, arched window. Her back was to me, her long hair cascading down her shoulders.
"Ella?" I called out, a wave of relief washing over me.
She spun around instantly. The moment her eyes landed on mine, her entire expression transformed. It wasn't just relief; it was a look of intense, almost frightening devotion.
Before I could even blink, she had crossed the distance and gripped my upper arms, her fingers digging into my sleeves.
