The Spare's Second Chance in Apocalypse

'This woman is trouble. I feel like she is here to cause me trouble. What should I do now?'

Solomon Kane's instincts screamed at him to walk away from Madam Varta, to not let her honeyed words slip into his mind like venom. But he didn't move.

Instead, he met her gaze, dark eyes searching for deception in the way she stood, in the way she smiled just a little too knowingly.

Something about her was off.

Still, Solomon knew better than to dismiss someone powerful without at least hearing them out.

If she had sought him out, it meant she wanted something— and in this world, that always came with a cost.

He exhaled slowly, grounding himself before speaking.

"Say what you came here for."

Madam Varta's lips curled upward.

"I came to warn you."

Solomon's eyes narrowed.

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"Warn me?"

She nodded, stepping closer, her presence carrying a subtle weight, like the air around her was bending to her will.