Isdis looked around with a worried face. "Maharaja…" Her eyes stopped at Selena. The woman was tall, muscular, with a lustrous pale skin riddled with scars. Her silky short hair didn't even sway with the wind coming from the window, and her yellow eyes glowed in the shadows, burning with disturbing intellect.
"If you found him, then… why didn't you call Mira?" Isdis has already figured out that something happened.
Matilda's eyes turned toward Maharaja, "Lady Maharaja can explain it better."
"Selena is enough." She took a step out of the shadows, and Isdis could instantly feel a shiver run down her spine. She felt weak, small, vulnerable, and as terrified as a small deer in front of a massive tiger. Selena was, in fact, a black Jaguar.
