Davian's Point Of View
Morana had changed.
The way she stood there, unshaken, indifferent, the fire in her eyes, the absolute lack of hesitation in her voice... it was unsettling.
I had always known her. I had shaped her. She was mine to control, to break, to fix, to twist to my will.
But this… this was someone else entirely.
I had to put her in check.
So, I did what always worked.
I delivered the blow that had always been her greatest fear.
I exhaled deeply, my expression hardening as I met her gaze. "I think we should reevaluate our relationship." My voice was firm, authoritative. "Because I don't want a woman who doesn't understand me."
I expected her to freeze.
To panic.
To soften immediately, her bravado crumbling like a fragile mask, just like every other time.
But she didn't.
She stilled, yes—but not in fear.
Not in hesitation.
Not in regret.
No, something else flickered in her eyes. Something I couldn't read.
