Amunet's pupils constricted when she saw the crown.
"You…"
She looked away from it a lot quicker than Grey expected, meeting his eyes as though she was half baffled and half trying to see if he was pulling her leg or not.
With the gap between their strengths, it didn't really matter how close the crown was to her. The only reason she had even considered attacking Grey before was because the arms were there to support her. Now, she didn't even have the 20% chance she estimated before.
And of course, it also had to be considered that the 20% chance she had estimated included buying enough time to integrate with the Lineage in the crown. She had never actually expected to win without stalling first and completely evolving. Only then could she fight a battle on equal footing with Grey.
Who was going to stall for her right now, exactly?
Mauve? Brad?
Absolutely not.
But Grey didn't show any signs of taking it away. Instead, he dropped something else on the table.
