The Blessing of Red Eyes

Eratz stepped on the edge of the rooftop, his gaze turning to the horizon. Tamara stood a few feet away, her posture relaxed but her sharp eyes fixed on him.

"Kallistra again, huh?" Eratz said finally, his tone even. "Let me guess, a moonlight, so I take it this is about her little proposal?"

Tamara nodded, stepping closer.

"You're aware of the danger she represents. I spoke with Victoria, and I know she's clued you in."

Eratz glanced at her, his expression skeptical.

"If she's that dangerous, why would you let her roam free?"

Tamara's lips twitched into a faint, bitter smile. She hesitated for a moment, then finally spoke.