(Third Person).
Wanda's eyes lit up the moment she saw him. "Draven," she said smoothly, tossing her hair over her shoulder like she was preparing for a performance. "I assume Dennis already told you—"
"Send the full footage to me," Draven said, cutting in, his voice calm and deep. "I will keep it on file," he added.
Wanda stiffened slightly. That wasn't the tone she expected.
Her eyelashes fluttered. "That's it?" she asked, her voice rising slightly. "You're not going to do anything about it?"
Draven's gaze didn't shift. "Keep doing what you did. Kill any human who tries to attack you. And make sure you get more evidence like this. The more they slip, the easier it is for us to end the treaty."
Wanda sat back, her lips parting in quiet disbelief. That wasn't what she wanted to hear. Not even a simple:
Are you okay? Were you hurt?
But Draven didn't give her the chance to speak again.
