"There you go, Your beloved Leader of Black Reapers, Nathaniel Alroy."

Nathaniel's trance in her overflowing grace faded, scrutinizing the position he left Alessandra into.

Taking a long gulp, he whispered her name, "Zariah..."

"Surprised you still remember me." She chuckled, motioning to Giovanni to hold her down as she took a seat.

'When I didn't?' He thought but asked, "Was this your plan?"

"I haven't done anything." She shrugged, resting her elbow on the headrest, leaning back, the wicked smirk not leaving her lips, adding, "Yet."

His amusement and praise was replaced by a strange seriousness, "Holding one of my people and haven't done anything?" He asked sternly.

"As...