"Considering that we are old acquaintances, I can let your rudeness slide…"
Darius's voice was as calm as still water—yet within it swirled a biting chill, sharp enough to flay skin.
"…but there are limits to everything. If you think just anyone can meet with the Venom Fang Overlord, then you're very wrong."
His words landed like iron weights, heavy and final.
Rosary's brows furrowed slightly. That wasn't what she expected.
Not from him.
Back in the Royal Academy, while they had never shared deep camaraderie, their relationship had remained cordial—amicable, even. Mutual nods in the corridor, occasional conversation, nothing more, nothing less.
But the man in front of her now wasn't the same Darius.
His aura was different. Sharper. Hardened. Less patient.
Her heart sank.
Is he still holding onto that grudge?
Her mind immediately drifted back to the past—the battle for the throne.
