Chapter 25 : The Children of the Chain
Children?
Dirga narrowed his eyes.
The elevator doors parted like a curtain revealing a stage — a velvet hallway lined in obsidian and crimson light. But what stood in the center was no stage act.
It was them.
Two small figures.
The girl spoke first, her voice soft and musical — almost sweet.
"Welcome, uncle."
She twirled once, knives in both hands catching the red light like twin crescent moons. Her gothic dress swayed like a bell as she landed in a perfect curtsy, her dark eyes gleaming with something far too old for her age.
Silja Marruk.
Raven-black hair braided into tight cords. Porcelain skin without a blemish. Red-shadowed eyes that stared without blinking. Her smile never reached her eyes.
She looked like a doll built for murder.