"Very much so. And very closed." The Baroness walks slowly across her dimly lit study as she speaks. "Even I, the Baroness, cannot meet them. Ever since they cleared the St. Lucas dungeon, they have not met with anyone. They are being closely guarded."
She pauses, looking out over the city lights.
"Makes one wonder why."
She smiles faintly.
It does not reach her eyes.
Lucien shifts the conversation carefully. "Do you know any of them personally? Have you met them?"
The Baroness tilts her head.
"Not all of them. I have met and interacted with Thea Montrose and Arthur Montrose." She allows a slow, deliberate smile to form. "I must say, Lucien. I like them both."
The smile turns predatory.
Lucien hears it.
It sends a faint chill down his spine.
"About the Hunters, Stel. Well?" he presses. He has known her for years, and yet she still unsettles him. Even as friends, she remains unreadable.
The Baroness hums softly.
