Chapter 150
By that time, Lorik had already made the call. To my surprise, the voice on the other end wasn’t the harsh growl I had anticipated. Instead, it was a soft, melodic tone that caught me off guard. “Are you Lorik?” the woman asked. “What can I do for you?
Lorik leaned forward, his voice steady. “Ma’am, I heard you’ve been looking for someone to play *Elegy for a Lost Love” perfectly. Is that correct?”
My pulse quickened. To my surprise, the rogue woman was calm and easygoing. “Yes,” she replied. Tve asked Holt to help me find a suitable player for years, but the versions I’ve heard have been.
isappointing, to say the least.” Her voice took on a hint of frustration. “But this afternoon, Holt sent me a few videos. I loved the person playing, but me a few videos. I loved the person playing, but unfortunately, the pianist suddenly refused to continue. I don’t understand why.”
I bit my lip, piecing things together. Something didn’t add up. Someone had interfered with this.
arrangement.
Lorik looked at me knowingly, a slight smile on his lips. “I think there’s been a misunderstanding. The pianist you’re talking about is sitting next to me right now. If you’re still interested, perhaps we can arrange a meeting.”
There was a long silence on the other end. Finally, the rogue woman spoke, her voice filled with surprise. “Well, that would be… ideal.”
“Where are you located?” Lorik asked smoothly. “We can meet somewhere convenient for you.”
Her tone shifted slightly, more guarded now. T’ll be in Eldorwen City in a few days. If that works for you, we can arrange a meeting there.”
Lorik agreed, and after a few more pleasantries, the call ended.
A few days later, Lorik and I arrived at the hotel as scheduled. We took the lift up to the top floor suite, my nerves increasing with every second. Lorik was calm as ever, but I couldn’t shake the feeling that something more was going on.
When we reached the suite, Lorik rang the doorbell. A tall woman answered, introducing herself as BETA Freya.
I blinked in surprise. “Is there a BETA in a rogue group?” I asked quietly as we stepped inside.
Freya smiled slightly, clearly understanding my confusion. “Not all rogues are as you’d think. Many
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of us are individuals who were forced out of our original packs for reasons that had nothing to do with disobedience or aggression. Our Alpha. Tira, united us to form a new pack, the Moonshard Pack. We’re no less disciplined than any other pack you know of.”
I nodded, still processing this information as we were led into the living room. Freya gestured to the couch. “Please, make yourselves comfortable. The Alpha will be with you shortly.”
Lorik and I sat, waiting in silence. Moments later, a middle–aged woman entered the room. She moved with an air of elegance, her attire a simple yet sophisticated dark blue gown that flowed effortlessly around her. She didn’t look like any rogue I had imagined. Her presence was commanding but gentle.
“Thank you for coming,” she said in a smooth, confident voice. “I am Tira.”
Lorik greeted her with a nod, but I could feel her gaze linger on me. It was intense, almost familiar. She studied me for a moment too long, and Lorik cleared his throat, breaking the tension.
Tira smiled, a bit sheepish, and apologized. “Forgive me for staring. You just… remind me of
someone I once knew.”
Her words stirred something deep within me, but I quickly pushed the thought aside.
“Shall we begin?” Tira said, her eyes still subtly studying me as if trying to uncover something long
buried.
I felt a flutter of nervousness as I sat down on the piano bench, my fingers brushing the keys in a light audition. The coolness of the piano settled my nerves slightly, and I closed my eyes for a moment, letting the weight of the room disappear. When I opened them, I let the music take over, my hands moving effortlessly across the keys, pouring my emotions into the melody.
As I played, my body leaned into the music, each note carefully articulated with feeling. The piano’s, sound filled the room, carrying with it the echoes of all the emotions I’d bottled up–pain, longing love, and hope. The melody swelled, hitting at points where my heart ached most, then softening into a whisper of sound, as though I were telling a secret only the piano could understand.
Out of the corner of my eye, I noticed Tira’s eyes brightening with each passing note. She was entranced, her face softening as she became absorbed in the music. Her lips moved slightly as though she wanted to speak, but she said nothing. Instead, as I continued, her expression changed. Her eyes moistened, betraying the memories she was undoubtedly recalling, the music stirring something deep within her.
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