Warlock Ch 333. No Word Games
Damian narrowed his eyes. "Do not play word games with me right now."
Her fingers twitched again.
Evelyn, still seated beside Damian, traced the rune in her palm absentmindedly, her eyes sharp. "What about Ralvek?" she asked.
Aria's lips thinned. "I can't say."
Cassius chuckled from his spot by the window. "Oh, you can." His eyes gleamed. "You just won't."
Aria didn't deny it.
Damian exhaled sharply, tapping his fingers against the chair's armrest. "Fine. Then tell me this—why did they want Selena dead in the first place?" His brows furrowed. "I mean… Selena will never be queen. They know that."
Aria's expression didn't change, but Damian saw it again—that hesitation, that split-second calculation happening behind her eyes. And when she finally spoke— Her voice was calm. "You're right," she said slowly. "Selena will never be queen."
Damian waited.
