Thaddeus' golden eyes darkened, cutting through the lingering tension with a single, pointed glare.
"I have tolerated your insolence thus far, Luca or whatever your real name is," he said, his voice calm, measured, but carrying the weight of something undeniable beneath it. "Because it appears you saved my daughter."
His gaze did not waver.
"But everything has a limit."
The words fell like a stone, heavy and absolute. A warning. A line drawn in the sand.
Lucavion, however, did not flinch.
He met Thaddeus' gaze without hesitation, his black eyes unreadable, holding steady for a long moment. The air between them remained still, as if waiting for something to break the silence.
Then—
Lucavion sighed.
His shoulders loosened, his posture shifting slightly as he lifted his uninjured hand in surrender.
