Asher couldn't believe that all it took was one measly threat from Derek for her to betray him.
He wished he could just shut off his senses, unable to watch this anymore.
But then, her voice cut through the room—calm, deliberate, and sharp as ice.
"Derek... it seems like you never truly understood who I am… or what I'm capable of."
Derek blinked.
"Your ambitions to become a god… to crown yourself the last ruler of humanity, a savior in your own twisted image… they will never come to pass." Her hazel eyes glinted like twin stars in a winter sky. "As long as I draw breath. As long as he is with me… You will never rise."
If Asher could feel his eyes, they would have widened to their extremities upon hearing what she just said.
"I'm going to give you one last chance. Renounce your title as a Hunter before you tarnish it further. Confess your crimes. Or fall and be forgotten."
The tension cracked like a snapped string.
