Sitting on the ruined mattress was not a highly trained assassin in stealth gear. It was Camian. And to make matters entirely worse, he was fully dressed in a bright, scandalous red robe.
Heena aggressively rubbed her temples, a migraine instantly forming. She had seen countless "white lotus" and "green tea" manipulators in her various lifetimes, but she had never, ever met someone with this level of sheer, unadulterated audacity.
"Did you literally break through my roof to assassinate me?" Heena asked, completely baffled.
Instead of answering logically, Kavianlooked at her, his eyes welling up with massive, pathetic tears. He clutched the red silk of his robe like a wronged maiden and burst out crying.
"You can't do this, my lady!" Kavian sobbed hysterically, his voice trembling with sheer soap-opera melodrama. "How could you?!"
The entire room froze.
