The room had gone silent, except for the faint rustle of fabric as the unconscious queen's body rested motionless on the silk-lined bedsheets.
Light filtered through the window, the very one Noah had closed before to prevent the soul fragment of the general of the Red Dawn Cult from escaping or causing a scene.
Noah stood still for a moment, letting the silence settle like dust.
Then, slowly, he turned and looked at the only other conscious person in the room. He had a lot of questions he needed answers to, and he was not going to let her go until he was certain of everything about her.
Wen Ji's breath caught in her throat as his eyes landed on her.
There was no malice in his gaze. Just a serene tranquility. But his sharp voice made it clear she had no way of escaping what was to come. She took a half step back before she caught herself.
"You," Noah said, his voice low but clear, "will tell me everything about the deal you made with that woman."
