"You're finally here."
As Guren met the cold purple eyes shining through the dark, his body went rigid. Had he been caught?
But the moment the figure stepped closer and his face came into view, Guren's eyes widened.
"How…?"
It was none other than the Calderalth warrior he supposedly just stabbed. If he was here, then…
Guren's gaze dropped to the dagger in his arm. The moment he saw the silver blood coating it, realization struck.
Bait.
His expression twisted, his guard rising instantly.
"…You knew…?"
"I did."
Zephyrion spoke without any change in expression, as though stating something trivial.
"Why did you try to kill me?"
Guren's expression darkened further, and he clenched his teeth. Had he slipped somewhere? How had Zephyrion found out? He crushed the thoughts the next instant. They didn't matter. What mattered was understanding the situation in front of him.
