"I don't mean to doubt you, my lady, but are we certain this will work?" Jasper asked, his voice unsure yet playful as he leaned against the table, his eyes flickering to the vial in Evelina's hand.
"Theoretically, yes," Evelina replied, her grip tightening slightly on the vial. "The components neutralized the toxin in controlled conditions during the experiment. But..." She exhaled softly, "we'll need a test subject to confirm."
Damian's brow furrowed, his arms crossed. "The faster we test it, the faster we can act. We can't afford to wait."
Luther, standing a few steps away, seemed surprisingly composed.
His lips curved into a faint smile as he said, "Impressive work, Lady Evelina. Truly. Your methods were precise, and the results speak for themselves. I commend your dedication."
Evelina stiffened slightly at his praise, her mind racing. What game is he playing? His words were genuine, but his gaze carried something else—calculation.
