Night had settled fully over the academy, the grounds bathed in a quiet, silvery glow as the moon hung high above, its light stretching across the pathways and gardens while a gentle wind moved through the trees, carrying with it a calm that softened the edges of the day's chaos.
Damon walked through that stillness at an unhurried pace, his hands resting loosely at his sides as his thoughts moved far more actively than his body.
This is it, he thought, his gaze fixed ahead as a faint, calculating sharpness settled into his eyes, I've confirmed it with Sahira… there is no such thing as sexual tools in this world.
He exhaled slowly, his mind already aligning possibilities into structure.
I checked multiple times, even considering the gaps in her memory… but she was certain—there's nothing like that here.
A faint curve touched his lips.
This is the opening I was looking for…
The idea unfolded further.
