OG CHERION REALLY WANTED TO KILL ZARIUS?!
The scream echoed like a thunderclap inside Cherion's head, but outside, not a single muscle on his face twitched. He felt a sudden, terrifying spike of adrenaline, his heart hammering violently against his ribs, but he forced his body to remain utterly still. He couldn't afford to look panicked. He couldn't afford to look confused, or hesitant, or reveal the absolute, mind-numbing shock that had just paralyzed his thoughts.
He was standing right in front of Yerel's aide. If he showed even a fraction of a second of weakness, Karson would tear him apart. He needed to act entirely nonchalant. He needed to dig for more information without raising a single ounce of suspicion.
Cherion let out a slow breath, his lips curving into a cold, flat line. He fixed Karson with a cold stare, keeping his voice as detached as humanly possible.
"I have absolutely no idea what you are talking about, Sir Karson."
