When she reached her office, she paused in front of the door. A faint trace of energy surrounded the room. Her protective spells were intact—or so she believed.
The moment her hand touched the door handle, the defense mechanism vanished with a sharp crack. The spells she had meticulously made weren't just bypassed; they were obliterated, completely undone.
Her eyes narrowed as she pushed the doors open and stepped inside. What she saw only fueled her anger.
Asher stood with his back to her, appearing completely at ease. He gazed out the window, enjoying the view, acting like he hadn't just made a fool of her by intentionally sparing Abir's life—a clear message of his defiance.
Lucia's voice cut through the air.
"You must be either brave or foolish to break my defenses without permission. Do you realize that barging into a sorcerer's room is a direct insult?"
