Lethia parted her lips and let out a mocking chuckle that gradually turned into a light laugh.
"A coup?" Her laughter grew louder. "Who are you kidding? Who's the delusional one here?"
Varrel only smirked, his gaze saying he'd already expected that sarcastic reaction from her.
"I have enough resources to do it, honey… and with your power—"
"I don't even know how to use that power. But more than that, this kind of war gains nothing. You'll lose, and you'll leave the werewolf society worse off than before. No, what you'll really do is rip open an old wound. And it's always the innocent who suffer because of that greed."
Varrel stiffened, and his smirk deepened.
"You… You're always like this. Always talking down to me. But you know what, sweetheart? That's exactly what drives me mad. It pisses me off and makes me want you even more." He wiped his lips with the napkin and tossed it aside like garbage.
