The Missing Princess
It all happened too fast, so fast that the next minute, Calista found herself in a completely different environment as she sank to the cold tiled floor.
No- it looked like a bed chamber if her eyes weren't deceiving her, but there was little time to study the place when a sword was intimidatingly placed directly at the nape of her neck, earning a quick shocking gasp from her.
Lifting her gaze up, she met the icy cold stare of a white-haired Enigma except, her eyes widened in visible admiration at the handsomeness of the man standing in front of her.
He had taken his cloak off, revealing his face to the frozen woman who barely blinked as she remained seated on the tiled floor. Her face was still partially hidden by the purple scarf, leaving only her fox-like eyes visible to Azazel's indifferent stare.
"Who are you?"