The blonde woman didn't respond immediately, and that alone said far more than any verbal provocation could. She merely tilted her head slightly, assessing Damon with that same cold, technical gaze, like someone who wasn't dealing with a person… but with a target that needed to be understood before being eliminated. The silence between them wasn't empty—it was charged with calculation, with mutual reading, with two dangerous presences measuring range, reaction time, movement patterns. And Damon perceived this instantly.
"So you're the professional type after all…" he murmured, slightly rotating his neck as if releasing tension, though his eyes didn't leave her for a second. "No speeches, no dramatic threats… just work."
The answer came—
But not in words.
The air vibrated.
This time, Damon saw it.
