I felt like a damn fool.
For all the detective work I had done, all the time I spent picking apart people's motives and histories, I had somehow failed to notice the most obvious connection.
Damian Voss. Camille Voss.
It had been right there.
But I had never cared enough to look deeper.
Now, I had to wonder—what was their relationship really like?
Judging from Camille's amusement at her brother's ignorance, they didn't seem particularly close. At best, it was a one-sided admiration—Damian viewing his sister as some perfect individual while Camille… well, Camille had never once mentioned having a brother.
That alone spoke volumes.
And it wasn't hard to see why.
Damian openly disrespected B-Ranks—hell, even A-Ranks who weren't at the very top of the food chain. He saw people like me as inferior.
Meanwhile, Camille had been best friends with Sienna for years, even when she was still a lower rank than her.
A clash of ideologies.
