Mystica leaned back in her chair, her eyes gleaming with mischief. "Why don't you have a seat? No need to feel so stiff in my chamber," she said, gesturing gracefully toward one of the plush black couches near the center of the room.
Liam, however, remained standing. His expression was unreadable, his posture relaxed yet firm. "I don't mean any disrespect, but if it's all the same to you, let's get to the point. Why am I here?"
Mystica's smile widened at his directness. "Straight to business, are we?" She tapped her chin playfully before gesturing toward a sleek black book resting on the table beside her.
"Very well. Apart from wanting to hand over this book," she said, tapping it lightly with her index finger, "I also thought it'd be a good time for a little conversation. A heart-to-heart, if you will. So, for the sake of this book… won't you sit?"
