**Priscilla's POV**

"Ma'am, we've got a letter from our spies, someone who looked like Micaela was spotted in the Red flame pack," one of my trusted men whispered into my ear while I was busy painting my nails.

"Finally, after so many years of searching, I've finally gotten a lead on that bitch location," I muttered to the guards standing in front of me, gently blowing my red, pained nails.

"So this is where you have been hiding," I muttered to myself, tapping the picture in my hands. ...