"The real question is, Lucavion… What exactly do you plan to do with this information?"
Lucavion's fingers tapped once against the folder, a slow, measured movement that barely made a sound. His expression was unreadable—his usual smirk absent, his posture still. But his eyes—ah, his eyes—were sharp. Too sharp.
Corvina knew that glint well.
'So, you do have history with him.'
Still, she said nothing. Whatever tangled past existed between Lucavion and Aldric Veltorin, it wasn't her business. She had done her part. The rest? That was his burden to carry.
Lucavion finally looked up, locking eyes with her. And just like that—his usual demeanor slid back into place, as effortless as a mask being lowered. The ghost of a smirk tugged at his lips, his voice smooth, easy. "I'll do what I want with this information."
Corvina rolled her eyes. "Obviously."
