Beloved Niece II

“I did not realize that my beloved niece is well acquainted with the elf folks until today,” Shananel sneered, “Truly. You keep on surprising me.”

“You can’t fish out information from me,” spat Diana between her gritted teeth even when her heart pounded. The blood rushed to every vein in her body, calling for the bond that had been cut before it could even bloom. Teshin stopped pacing at the back of her mind before it curled at the deepest corner in her core – still feeling the lingering loss that could have been shared between them and their parents but was cut off by the woman before them.

A pair of eyes that were glittered with golden specks raced past Diana like a blur – but the gleaming after shadow of the familiar golden eyes embedded inside her mind.

Gelong, who was in his beast form, was the one maneuvering against every attack and counterattack against the enormous phantom. The black-haired Shananel with scheming eyes was now fully seated atop her phantom – making Diana fatho