Chapter 944
“I know.” Raven’s voice was calm, but there was steel beneath it.
Janice’s threats meant nothing to her. Taking out the Larsson family patriarch was just step one. Now that she was back in Forreb, she’d hunt down every last enemy–one by one.
“Then me and the other exec will judge the selection event instead,” Timothy said.
Timothy practically vibrated with excitement. More judges meant their people could score creatively. Maybe even fast–track Lady Valor straight to the
top.
“Best keep your identity under wraps, m’lady,” he added, lowering his voice.
If folks realized she was Cloudshadow Sect’s leader now, they couldn’t exactly rig things in broad daylight.
Timothy kept his voice gentle, not wanting to pressure her. “Hey, don’t stress too much. For folks like us from the boonies, just making it in Forlunda City is a big deal already.”
He gave her an encouraging smile. “Even if you don’t get picked, don’t sweat it. Some big–shot might take a liking to you during the trials–snatch you up as their disciple. Boom, instant golden ticket.
“Take Janelle Larsson for example. That girl was just some small–town nobody until á big–shot alchemist from Deariton took her under his wing. Now? She’s got the whole city eating out of her palm – even gets her family into the finals with a snap of her fingers.”
“I won’t be anyone’s disciple.” Raven shook her head, lips quirking in amusement.
Like she needed another mentor. Four was already four too many.
And judging by Timothy’s hesitant tone? The man didn’t believe in her.
“Tch-” Timothy’s shoulders sagged. ‘So she thinks she’s too good for some has–been sect elder, huh?‘
“Whatever path you choose, Lady Valor,” he said stiffly, “the Cloudshadow Sect stands with you.”
“Good. Then you’ll guard Cassian with your life while I’m at the selection.” Raven’s voice turned razor–sharp.
The Lysander heir had been stable lately. No more of that unsettling personality ping–pong. Just one problem the real Cassian hadn’t woken up since
that night.
Raven had tried cornering Diabolus about the switches. Maybe crack the pattern. But the bastard just batted his eyelashes and changed the subject like some coquettish kitten.
She knew the game. Diabolus Cassian had waited years to claim Cassian’s body as his own. Now that he’d finally shoved the original owner into some dark corner of their shared mind? No way he’d surrender the driver’s seat without a fight.
Translation? Until Raven figured out how to merge these warring personalities, and unless Original Flavor Cassian clawed his way back to the surface… she’d be stuck with the bad boy version. Indefinitely,
“Lady Valor,” the attendant bowed, “we’ll guard Mr Lysander with our lives.”
A wounded growl cut through the courtyard behind her. “Sugar,” the voice dripped with accusation, “you’re ditching me again?”
Raven turned to find Cassian -or rather, the Diabolus wearing his face–leaning against the rose trellis. That pout could melt glaciers
“Never.” She reached for his hand. “But you’ll be safer here.”
“Safer?” He recoiled like she’d slapped him. The air crackled with sudden heat as his eyes flashed crimson.
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“That vanilla bitch gets to ride shotgun during your little adventures, but I’m some liability?” His voice dropped to a whiskey–rough whisper. “Tell me, darling–am I not good enough for you?”
