Talk of family was boring. Especially family that wasn’t her own, for the fiery Archer held little interest in the affairs of others. She always had questions about the empire her grandmother had built, especially since the Archer bloodline seemed to stretch over the lands of Lore. It pained her to think she had never gotten the chance to meet the infamous Elettra—the Archer who had started it all. But she liked to think her aunts Morganna and Ravenna were similar. Her father liked to think so. He had spoken fondly of both Archer women, and encouraged the girl to spend as much time as she could with both of them. Which she intended to if she ever decided to crawl off her rock, for she was rather fond of the heights…

The newcomer seemed absolutely thrilled by the idea of a tour. Clearly he was not familiar with the mountain—which worked out in Revon’s benefit. It meant she had the entire rock at her disposal and could show the pale man whatever she pleased. Which would no doubt please him, for he seemed like the excitable type. Come on then, is it this way? She nodded as she skipped toward the direction he had indicated. The scarlet Archer turned to her companion, a wiry brow raised. I thought I was giving the tour? She asked with a wicked smile, her tail flicking in amusement behind her as she continued forward. It was possible the Selwyn was more acquainted with the mountain than she had previously thought… or he had just made an educated guess.