La Mer Èternelle Restaurant
"Oh, Master!" Peter exclaimed, his voice trembling with something between awe and relief, when he spotted Selvaris standing at the entrance of the restaurant.
Selvaris looked changed. His complexion is still pale, his frame thin from months of torment, but the haunted emptiness in his eyes is gone. He seemed lighter, almost radiant, as if the weight of the agony from the cursed had been lifted off his shoulders. Peter pushed back his chair hastily, nearly tripping over himself as he rose to greet him.
"Master! You—you're healed!" He blurted out, his face lighting up with joy. But Maria didn't move. Her eyes weren't on Selvaris, they were on Sienna-Rose.
The young sorceress sat with her champagne glass raised halfway, her smile stretching too wide, too deliberate. It isn't the soft, affectionate smile she showed Haley. It's sharp and gleaming, like the edge of a blade that had been waiting to cut. The look sent a shiver through Maria's spine.
