The academy grounds had already come alive under the morning light, students moving along the pathways in small groups, some discussing lessons with animated expressions while others hurried toward their respective classes, the soft hum of conversation blending with the distant sounds of training and instruction that echoed faintly across the vast campus.
Amidst all of it, Damon walked alone.
His steps were steady.
But his thoughts were not.
The poison used on that woman was not deadly…
His gaze remained forward, unfocused on the surroundings as his mind continued to piece things together.
But what was used on me was.
A faint tension settled into his jaw.
So their objective was clear…
Not to abduct me… not to torture me…
But to kill me.
The realization sat heavy.
I've become careless…
His fingers tightened slightly at his side.
How did I not think there might be poison on the dagger…
A quiet breath left him.
If that pink fluffy hadn't been there…
