Despite the soul-shattering revelation of the letters—despite the grief that should have paralyzed him—the Jaguar of the North had moved with impossible speed and did what the other knights and guards couldn't have done.
"Ah, a pity, you ruined things," Julian mused, his voice smooth and unaffected. He turned his head slightly, his lips curving into a smirk. "But hey, we meet once again."
Alaric's eyes widened. The touch, the weight of the arm, the physical presence—it was Julian's body. He knew it. He hadn't known before, but now that he was this close, how could he not know the body he had held in his hand no more than an hour ago?
But the voice, the mockery, and the chilling lack of warmth were entirely alien. This was the stranger he had met a week ago. The one who claimed he was Julian Von Astrea.
He was creating chaos with this body.
"Do not let him escape!" a knight roared.
