"What are you doing here?" Amon asked in a low, dragging voice, without even lifting his eyes from the documents on his desk. He knew who it was just by her presence — as if the air itself had changed density the moment she entered.
The woman didn't smile. She didn't seem interested in wasting time.
"I came to ask you something."
She walked over to the long Archons' table and sat down with the ease of careless royalty. The room was empty — just the two of them. The conversation would be serious, short… or maybe not.
Amon let out a sigh, like someone enduring a routine headache. "Go ahead. I'm listening."
She crossed her legs and stared at him without hiding the contempt in her gaze."How long are you going to keep pretending you don't know what's happening?"
Amon paused for a moment, the pen frozen between his fingers. A small smirk began to curl at the corner of his lips as his red eyes met hers — as cold and deep as a frozen sea.
