"How do you know about Damien's parentage?" Liana demanded, her voice cold and sharp.
Anne stayed silent, her expression guarded. She wasn't ready to reveal the truth—not yet.
Liana's frustration grew as Anne's silence stretched. "Answer me," she snapped, her voice rising in anger. "You found out in Alaska, didn't you? How? Who told you? Did you come here to threaten me?"
Anne's eyes met Liana's, calm and unwavering despite the storm of emotion building in the Luna Queen. "I'm not like you, Liana," Anne replied, her voice steady. "I don't crave power. I don't manipulate or deceive to get what I want. The only thing I care about is Damien."
Liana scoffed, a bitter laugh escaping her. "You care about Damien? Don't act so righteous. If you truly cared about him, you wouldn't be here, threatening to destroy his world."
"I'm not threatening you," Anne said, her tone calm but firm. "I'm giving you a chance—a chance to do the right thing."
