Chapter 53: Chapte 53: Myth
"And now he outranks you."
The words landed like a slap, but Ophelia didn’t flinch.
She’d had enough fights with the other students—over grades, over shoes, over relevance—to have endured far worse. At least Lucius didn’t throw perfume bottles.
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"Well," she said, shrugging, "there’s nothing I can do about it. Mother’s not happy, and I have to take her anger, but what do you want to know?"
Lucius didn’t smile.
He rarely did.
Instead, he leaned forward slightly, arms resting on his knees again—an echo of earlier, except this time his tone had cooled.
"What was Misty preparing him for?"
"I already told you—she was grooming him for someone important." Ophelia crossed her legs, a little faster than usual. "A private contract. Long-term. Something discreet but strategic."
"Do you know with whom?"
"Mother never told me names." She hesitated, then added, "But there were conversations. Half-calls. She made sure he stayed... untouched. It was part of the value."
Lucius’s eyes narrowed just enough to register.