Simon stood very still.
The Sovereign had known.
Before the council. Before the Lie Eater. Before Simon had refused to hand over his bloodline evolution method and promised to come back and kill everyone who laid a hand on him.
The Sovereign had already known that a soul with golden eyes lived inside his heart.
And he hadn't said a word.
He had let the elders question Simon about the Daemon who was "alive and not alive." He had let Dread Crown guess that the Daemon was a spirit. He had let Simon lie, deflect, and stay silent, all while knowing the answer to every question the council had asked.
Then he had placed a black envelope on Simon's table and sent him to Vhal-Sar.
With Lilith.
Simon's thoughts moved quickly.
If the Sovereign had perceived Lilith's soul in his room on that night, what else had he perceived?
His cultivation. His conversations with Lilith. The things he had said to Enigma. The things he had said when he believed nobody was listening.
