Samael's dark eyes were fixed on mine, his gaze intense and unyielding, as if the unspoken weight of the world pressed against him. The silence between us stretched out, heavy and electric, leaving me to wonder what torment or strategy churned behind his calm façade.
"Do not tell me that you do not want the fall of this Empire," I taunted, my voice dripping with sarcasm as I attempted to camouflage the uncertainty biting at my insides.
He spat out his reply through gritted teeth, his tone raw with restrained fury. "No, nothing has changed."Even as he spoke, a deathly glare flared in his eyes, sending chills along my spine.
"What?" I managed, my voice echoing my inner confusion as I searched his face for fragments of validation.
"You cannot touch Laura," he warned in a low, perilous murmur—a statement underscored by a trembling intensity.
