Bambi's POV
I didn't breathe at first.
I just stared at Luna Odessa as her words lingered in the room, thick and poisonous.
Stealing his power.
The sentence echoed again and again in my skull, like someone was knocking on my bones from the inside. Her green eyes stayed locked on mine, unblinking, too calm for what she had just suggested.
I swallowed, the sound too loud in the silence.
"You're… joking, right?" I asked quietly.
"No," she said. Her voice was soft, almost gentle. That was worse than if she had screamed. "I don't joke about power."
I took a small step back, my hand brushing against the edge of the desk behind me. "Odessa… I don't know what you think I can do, but I'm not interested in whatever you're planning."
"You haven't heard the plan yet."
"I don't need to," I muttered.
She sighed, an exhausted sound—as if I was the one being unreasonable.
