Carrisa watched the bustling cityscape blur past through the tinted window of the luxury sedan. She held her phone in one hand, scrolling through the message she had just received from Elizalina Crimson. Alicarde had apparently left the city, traveling with the witch, Malefica. He had left his car with Elizalina and instructed her to inform Carrisa of his departure.
Carrisa exhaled sharply, her ruby-red lips forming a slight frown.
"At the very least, he could have had the courtesy to inform me personally, especially when traveling with another woman,"
She pushed back a strand of her raven-black hair, her fingers brushing against her flawless skin.
"I assure you, Amena, this has nothing to do with jealousy," she added, her voice calm but firm.
"And, before you speak, yes, I can sense your expression from all the way over here."
Amena, who was focused on driving, maintained her stoic demeanor but couldn't help responding.