"I want Lugh."
The air turned stale as the words floated like cold smoke in the ornate chamber.
Marcus groaned, his irritation barely restrained, lips curling in contempt.
"Of fucking course," he muttered, massaging his temples.
Selaphiel's response was colder—she narrowed her eyes like a blade narrowing its edge.
"That's not happening."
Zhou met her gaze with the same hardened resolve, her voice laced with a quiet finality.
"Then the Cross family and Von Heim family will remain forever irreconcilable."
Selaphiel exhaled sharply as she tried to maintain her composure.
"What do you even want him for?"
She asked, her voice lined with suspicion.
"Last I checked, you're not that kind of elf. Are you just trying to sabotage things now—intentionally?"
Zhou pursed her lips tightly, her face unreadable for a brief moment. Then, a flicker crossed her eyes—faint, but telling.
Lyra's younger sister. Sofia.
She spoke with restrained calm.
"You're right. I have no use for him."
