Chapter 44. A Wolf in Sheep's Clothing

Ajax and Ares brought Lei back inside as she opened that rusty, bloodstained envelope. The two acted as her guardians, and their figures loomed behind her like a shadow, as always. With trembling fingers, she traced the wax engraving of the Auctioneer that sealed the letter and took a deep breath.

“I can’t fucking believe he’s dead,” she palmed her face in distress as she held her struggle to tear up. “And to think, after all these years, I had never thought to ask about his welfare.”

Ares’s palm squeezed her shoulder, “It’s not your fault, Lei—”

“Of course, it was!” she could not help but blurt out as teardrops finally escaped from the crevices of her eyes. “Fuck... if only I hadn’t caused all of this... if only I didn’t kill the governor.”

“There’s no point crying over spilled milk now.” Ajax firmly reminded her, tethering her to