Draven.
"Do you want to hear it? I think you will love it," I repeated softly, watching the way her throat worked as she swallowed.
Wanda's lips parted, but no sound came. She hesitated too long, and that was answer enough.
A humorless smile tugged at the corner of my mouth. "You don't," I said. "But I will tell you anyway."
I stepped closer, slow and deliberate, until the scent of her nervous sweat cut through the cloying perfume she always wore. My gaze never left hers.
"I know about the night you went behind my back. The night you thought you could meddle with my affairs and betray my trust."
Her eyes flickered. That was a crack in her composure.
"Stormveil has a way of keeping secrets… until someone pries them open," I continued, voice low, even. "I heard things, Wanda. I know what you did."
She finally broke eye contact, her gaze dropping to the floor for just a heartbeat, but that was all it took. Guilt written in silence.
