Alicia's breath came in quick, shallow gasps, her silver-gray eyes locked on Lyan's storm-gray gaze. His voice was a low, commanding rumble, warm and steady, yet carrying a quiet intensity that sent a shiver racing down her spine.
"Alice. Come here."
Her petite, slender form trembled, but her steps were firm, measured. Unlike Josephine's curvaceous, mature body, and Wilhelmina's well-proportioned elegance, Alicia was small and delicate, her pale, porcelain skin and silver-blonde hair giving her a doll-like appearance. Yet beneath that cute, composed exterior burned a fierce, brilliant mind—the strategist of the Valkyries Mythril-ranked mercenary party, known as the "Small General."
