"Ahahhaha…."
Damien exhaled sharply, his smirk deepening as he let out a low chuckle. But beneath the amusement, something flickered in his gaze—something distant, as if he wasn't entirely there.
'Tch. This guy's traits are acting up again…' he muttered under his breath, barely loud enough to be heard.
Then, without warning—
Spit!
The wet sound echoed against the cobblestone path as Damien spat onto the ground, right in front of Celia's polished black shoes.
The reaction was immediate.
A sharp inhale from Victoria.
A strangled gasp from Cassandra.
Lillian took a half-step back, eyes wide with disbelief.
And Celia—
Celia's emerald eyes darkened.
Slowly, Damien lifted his gaze, looking at her—not with awe, not with admiration, not with that desperate need for approval that had always plagued his pathetic existence before.
No.
He looked at her like she was nothing.
