Chapter 85

Callista felt a bit uneasy and instinctively glanced in the mirror, only to see a tall, imposing figure standing behind her.

His features were strikingly defined, and his sharp, hawk-like eyes held a subtle warmth that made him seem unexpectedly approachable.

"Mr. Blackwood, what are you doing here?" Callista blurted out in surprise.

Alaric gently freed her hair from the zipper and zipped it up.