Noctyss was not a stupid woman. She might be impatient, reckless even, but only a fool would mistake her impulsiveness for ignorance. Her rise to power—her survival through countless tribulations—stood as a testament to her intelligence. Her instincts had been forged in fire, her mind sharpened like a blade honed endlessly against the whetstone of life and death.
So when Ricky's gaze darkened and his expression turned pensive, she quickly caught the thread of his thoughts. Her sharp mind unraveled his intention, understanding what he was truly after. Something shifted in her eyes—gone was the usual curiosity and defiance. What replaced it was a sliver of wariness, followed by a hint of admiration.
