[Lavinia's POV—Lavinia's Chamber—Continuation]
For the first time since he stepped from the shadows, Rey's smile faltered. Briefly. Just for a flicker of a heartbeat. Then it was back, sharper, hungrier—like a wolf baring its teeth.
"Who am I?" he echoed, voice rolling low with amusement, though his eyes glimmered with something darker. "What do you mean, princess? I'm Rey—a normal guild master."
I scoffed, crossing my arms. "A normal guild master? Please. My patience is short, Rey. I inherited Papa's temper."
He blinked, then chuckled and dipped his head. "I can agree with that."
This bastard!
"Will you speak the truth or should I—"
"Careful, princess," he cut in smoothly, his grin returning. "Some answers… aren't meant to be given so easily."
I frowned. "What's that supposed to mean?"
"It means," he said, tilting his head with infuriating calm, "that I'd rather watch you discover it on your own."
