Chapter 165: An International Dark Wizard Society [bonus]
Freya stood there and let him look. No discomfort in her eyes. Her gaze rested on him too, though it was harder to read.
Regulus knew what he was: a twelve-year-old boy.
Freya had traveled from Germany for this. Combined with what Orion had mentioned about a family assignment, the two houses were clearly coordinating something. Only three people in the room. Orion wouldn't be going himself, which left the kid.
First meeting, anyone would question whether he could pull his weight.
But there was something else. Something Regulus couldn't quite pin down.
Beyond the appraisal and the doubt, her gaze carried a flicker of... recognition.
Not the vague awareness of someone who'd heard the name of the Black heir in passing. Something more specific. As though she knew what kind of person he was, what kind of things he did, maybe even what he'd been doing lately.
That didn't track.
He was certain he'd never met this woman. If she knew him, the information had come through other channels.