Kaelric's POV
"You talk too much."
"I overthink when I'm nervous," she said. "It's a coping mechanism."
I almost smiled, I thought right, because Aria wasn't one to talk, I'm surprised to get this version of her.
We reached the western archive. The air there was colder and heavier, and I could sense something was definitely wrong here.
The bookshelf was precisely as described, mahogany, with gold lettering that read 'History of the First Bloodline'.
But before we got closer, I saw them.
Three men in plain black attire stood by the corner, pretending to polish artifacts. Their movements were too synchronized, their eyes were too still.
"Guards," I murmured under my breath.
Aria's brows furrowed. "They look normal to me, but like he said, we are expected to see guards disguised as normal wolves."
"Exactly Aria, They are guards in disguise. I can read their thoughts, remember?"
She rolled her eyes at me. "I know sir Kaelric, aren't you not just a show-off."
