Chapter 1227 Secret Of The Four Clans

• With another respectful bow, Solomon wheeled away and disappeared into the night, his cloak snapping like a banner in the wind.
• Dmitri regarded Angelina with unexpected admiration. Catching the look, she asked, "What is it?"
• "The women beside Aiden are never ordinary," Dmitri murmured. He strolled into the garden pavilion, settled on a bench, cradled the sheathed longsword across his knees, and closed his eyes as though sleep might sharpen his blade.