The Price of Resurrection
Alibaba laughed softly.
It wasn't a loud laugh. It was the kind of quiet, amused sound a man might make when someone asks the exact question he had been waiting for.
"What is your question… young lady?"
Clara almost let out a sigh of relief.
Almost.
But she caught herself just in time.
Good. He's talking.
That meant time—time to gather information before things spiraled into violence.
Her purple eyes shifted briefly toward Victor.
At first glance he looked completely calm. Relaxed, even. Standing there with his arms loose at his sides as if he were simply observing a conversation.
But Clara had spent enough time around him to notice the small details others missed.
His fingers were trembling.
Barely.
Just enough to betray what was really going on.
He was itching to fight.
The moment the conversation stalled, he would attack.
Clara felt a flicker of irritation.
Idiot…
She needed to move this along before Victor's patience ran out.
