The next morning, Clara slowly descended the staircase, still trying to process everything that had happened the previous night. The mansion was unusually lively. The aroma of freshly prepared breakfast drifted through the spacious living room, immediately drawing her attention toward the dining table.
She stopped midway down the stairs. Only two plates had been prepared.
Linda was already seated, calmly eating breakfast with perfect table manners as though she had lived there for years.
However, it was not the breakfast that stunned Clara. It was what Linda was wearing.
The white clothes of the Order of Moses were gone. In their place was a fitted black kaftan embroidered with crimson patterns, almost identical to the attire worn by the Blood Dunes members Damian had captured. The outfit suited her surprisingly well, making her look less like a church operative and more like someone born into the mysterious Middle Eastern organization.
