As the sound echoed in the room, Valeria was surprised.
'They didn't come for me?'
She asked herself. It was really something that she had never expected.
"You, Lucavion. Come with us. We need to talk."
Lucavion's smile was easy, almost lazy, as he looked up at Zerah, who stood before him with a barely veiled arrogance in her gaze. Her posture was rigid, and there was a flash of impatience in her eyes as she waited for him to respond.
"Why should I?" he replied, his tone casual as he leaned back in his seat, the glint of mischief never leaving his eyes. He made no move to stand, simply watching her with an amused tilt of his head. "I don't even know you."
Zerah's lips tightened, her composure wavering at his blatant disregard. "This isn't a request," she said sharply, her tone laced with a simmering edge. "You've crossed enough lines already, and our sect would appreciate some answers."
