"The noble clan. Let's leave here." Grace's clenched fist trembled with suppressed fury.
''The nobles,'' Eva muttered under her breath, her mind raced as she tried to search for their information.
'The book only briefly mentioned the City's noble clan—where the female lead stayed during a party she was invited to. There was hardly any information about them.
Eva frowned, finding no clues. Her fury flared—she wanted nothing more than to end them.
Eva was snapped back to reality by the warm hand wrapped around her waist—she felt her feet leave the ground, and then she was placed on Ethan's beast.
Ethan and Julian have gone silent ever since they heard it was the noble clans.
Their expressions turned solemn at the mention of that word—it stirred memories they wished had stayed buried.
They knew the old man wasn't behind the attack—he was too proud, too noble. Striking from the shadows was beneath him.
