"Eat. I made this with love for you, my empress." Mavros carried a tray of steaming delicacies, the rich scent of butter flooding the room.
He babbled like a madman, his expression shifting wildly—from manic joy to sorrowful emptiness, then to something utterly soulless.
"You know? These are all Vienna's favorite dishes. The least I can do is honor your effort. Even if your soul is trapped inside her body, you've taken care of it so well."
"When I realized you were imprisoned in a stranger's form, I didn't curse fate or regret it. The situation unfolded beyond my expectations. And now, my purpose has shifted from my original plan."
Valeska refused to touch the food Mavros offered. Her neck was bruised black from the soulthread demonic recall's chokehold.
Her face and eyes radiated pure hostility. She didn't bother hiding her hatred for Mavros—or Cassius. They were revolting.
