Darithi finally stopped walking.
She turned around very slowly. There was something noticeably different in her stoic expression now—a faint, dangerous flicker of annoyance breaking through her mask of absolute calm.
"In the last half hour," Darithi stated in a soft, chilling voice, "you have asked me that exact same question… seven times."
Seleyena blinked, her expression tightening defensively.
Darithi's golden eyes narrowed into sharp slits. "If you ask it again, I will ensure you never get to meet him."
For a split second, the air in the hallway turned suffocatingly heavy.
Seleyena's plush lips parted slightly in shock. She blinked once, then slowly, deliberately tilted her head to the side. Her voice dropped into a much lower, serious register.
"What did you just say to me?"
