" How would you have the time when every week I see you with another woman?"
He turned his head slightly toward her.
"Is this jealousy!?"
"No, I was just wondering why you approached the daughter of Duke Valerius?"
The amused tone he had worn until now vanished.
His step slowed.
Silence settled for a few seconds, long enough for Eleanor to notice it immediately.
"Scarlet is not one of my conquests; she is the Saint that Nostradamus has chosen."
The change in tone made her even more curious.
Eleanor observed his masked profile.
'When he talks about this Prophet, he is surprisingly serious... Could this Nostradamus be... No, that's impossible.'
She imperceptibly shook her head to dismiss the thought.
"Hm... Speaking of this Nostradamus... Who is he really?" she inquired.
They stopped in front of the door to Isabella's room. Two guards stood at a respectful distance.
The Predator placed his hand on the handle.
