Sorayah stared at him, trembling. "And you think I'd help you manipulate him like that? I'm not some tool for you." Her voice quivered with the weight of emotion. "Are you after the throne? Is that what this is about?"
He smiled but this time, it wasn't mocking. It was somber.
"You should carry out this order, Sorayah. You are dealing with your biggest enemy...slowly, but surely," Dimitri said, his voice low and deliberate. "Besides, I know Lupien isn't the only werewolf you hate. You despise them all, don't you? But to win a clean fight, you have to start from their leader. And to ensure your victory, you need an ally. Whether you like it or not, your only option is to join hands with me."
A slow smirk lingered on his lips as he locked eyes with her.
