Vlad’s expression shifted in an instant, tenderness giving way to exasperation. A heavy sigh barely left his lips before the door swung open, revealing Ivan slumped dramatically against the frame.
He bowed slightly. “Thank you for the grand welcome, my lord, my lady.”
Liliette blinked. The priest looked much thinner than she remembered. His once full, dirty blonde hair remained unchanged, but his frame had grown lean—lithe like a dancer’s.
“Ah, yes… Have you been well?” she asked hesitantly, her voice a mix of joy and guilt.
She had been the reason for his exile. Ivan had betrayed Vlad by revealing forbidden information to her, and the consequences had been severe. No matter how unintended, she couldn’t help but feel responsible.
Ivan gave her a playful wink. “I heard you knocked Shylock Isles out cold with a single blow. It’s a pity I couldn’t see it with my own eyes!”
“I did?” she asked, startled.
