The white lights reflected coldly off the metal floor, turning everything into shades of white. The faint hum of machinery rang in the air, breaking the suffocating silence, although briefly.
Robert clasped his hands behind his back, a cold smirk curving on his lips. His gaze lingered on Miranda's neck longer than necessary.
The thin chain rested snugly against her skin. Made from a specific relic, it pulsed faintly like a slow heartbeat.
Its function was none other than suppressing her ability.
"Hmm." He raised his brows, mockery flickering in his eyes, seeping into his tone. "That chain still looks sturdy. It suits you. A reminder of where loyalty ends, don't you think so?"
Miranda did not respond. She let a faint smile touch her lips. Even under the bright, white lights, her expression remained unreadable as a thought crossed her mind.
'Laugh while you can. You won't be mocking me for much longer.'
