And yet—he let them go. No threats. No demands. Just returned them as if they were guests being dropped off from a ride.
It made no sense.
Unless…
Her lips trembled slightly, but her expression stayed frozen. The guards still hadn't moved. And that made her blood boil even more.
She couldn't get to him.
Not yet.
But she needed to understand.
Her eyes dropped slightly, her thoughts darkening.
"Why… her?" she wondered, the thought turning bitter. "Why Neuril? What does he want with her? Does he…"
She swallowed.
"…Does he remember everything too?"
A chill ran down her spine.
"It's nice seeing you adjusting to my mansion, Lira."
The moment Cruxius stepped through the archway, the atmosphere shifted.
The air thickened. The guards at the door stiffened but didn't move.
Lira's head snapped up from the sofa, her posture rigid. Her eyes locked on him instantly.
