At those words, Ayesha noticed Alaric's face darken. His jaw tightened, his eyes shadowed.
"It's dangerous," he said flatly, his voice low and edged.
"But she's becoming dangerous, Your Majesty! It's either you let her see the Dark Lord or let your lycan out," Rona snapped back, her voice trembling with urgency.
Ayesha's breath hitched, her heart hammering. She glanced from one to the other, utterly lost. "What are you talking about?" she whispered, but neither of them answered her.
"No. She's not." Alaric's tone cut through the air, heavy with authority. His gaze hardened, his decision final. "Instead of Maurice… I'll let Zeus handle her."
The room fell into silence at his words. Ayesha's skin prickled, fear tightening her chest.
"Whose Maurice?" she questioned with a frown, her voice quiet but demanding.
Alaric's jaw tightened. He glanced at Rona, who was still kneeling nearby, waiting. His expression darkened. "Leave us," he commanded firmly.
