The door creaked open to reveal a woman in her late sixties, she was a motherly type dressed in a pale blue wrap around dress covered in a white apron that had scorch marks on from where she used it to take plates from the oven. Her grey hair was pulled neatly back into a tight bun and her deep grey eyes gave the impression that she took no nonsense from anyone.
Surveying the group carefully, her eyes rested on Xano and she curtly addressed him in their native language. The young boy replied rapidly, gesticulating down the road, then to the group of men before finally at Nanny Anna's house.
She huffed loudly, shouting something down the street before beckoning to Lucian and his warriors to follow her into the house.
They passed through an impressively sized living room that had 3 squi
