Draven rubbed his temple, shaking off the lingering weight of Lucavion's bloodlust. But even as the tension in the room eased, his mind was already working. Calculating.
Can he really kill Aldric?
That question lodged itself in Draven's mind, unwilling to leave.
And he knew why.
He had read Lucavion's file before.
The Cloud Heavens Sect had shoved it into his hands when they first approached him for the assassination request. At the time, he had barely skimmed through it—thinking it was just another grudge they wanted settled. Some rogue swordsman who had pissed off the wrong people.
But now? Now the details resurfaced in his mind clearly.
Draven narrowed his eyes slightly, fingers tapping against the table. "Tell me something, Lucavion."
Lucavion raised a brow, waiting.
Draven leaned forward slightly. "Can you really kill him?"
Lucavion's smirk didn't fade, but there was something more amused in his expression now. "You sound doubtful."
