Anya kept her head down, her voice barely above a whisper. "Mistress, we… we failed you again. We're sorry."
Selene didn't respond, her piercing gaze making the air feel heavier.
Drake swallowed hard. "We didn't expect him to be that strong—even with his abilities sealed. It was like he was built different."
Becca, standing a few feet away, didn't flinch under the tension. Instead, she stared at Selene with something close to amusement. "You weren't planning to fight him, were you?"
Selene's smirk vanished. Her eyes snapped toward the source of the voice, but it wasn't Becca who had spoken. It was her.
Tch. Selene clicked her tongue in annoyance. "Alexandria, when are you going to stop this possession nonsense?" She folded her arms, frowning at her daughter now occupying Becca's body.
Drake and Anya stiffened the moment they realized, instantly bowing. They took a step back, giving Alexandria space.
