"You've grown… a lot. That little spectacle just now?" Seraphina's voice poured out like silk. "That wasn't just power. That was art."
Liam didn't move a muscle. Still as stone, eyes locked on her with that cold, unreadable stare. But the air around him shifted—subtle.
"You were watching," he said, voice barely above a breath.
"I always watch my favorites," she said with a sly tilt of her head. "Shadow Rend, hmm? Such a savage, elegant move. You could've used that on me… back in our little dance."
"Wouldn't have worked," he replied, deadpan. "You'd just flirt your way out of it."
A rich chuckle bubbled from her lips as she stepped forward slowly. "Maybe. Or maybe I'd let it slice right through me… just to see what you'd do next."
Nyxie hissed, her wings flaring like blades. Liam reached up and flicked her lightly on the snout.
"Don't waste your breath. She's always like this."
Seraphina flashed a grin, all teeth and mischief.
