{Third Person}
Zarek did not rush.
He let the silence sit between them for a moment, as though weighing how much to reveal, though in truth, he had already decided.
"I intend to create a situation," he said at last, his tone calm, almost thoughtful. "One that neither of them can easily walk away from."
Lysandra's eyes remained on him, sharp and expectant.
Zarek leaned forward slightly, resting his arm against the table. "I will have them both drugged," he continued.
That alone was enough to shift the air in the room.
"But not the same way," he added smoothly. "Alexander will be given something that weakens him—something that dulls his strength and control."
Then letting out a breath, he added, "As for the girl… she will be given something that unsettles her, clouds her judgment, and makes her act without restraint."
Lysandra's brows drew together calculatively.
