She was gone before I could even react.
My internal smirk returned, this time a genuine, blood-chilling smile.
Rosalie, still chattering about Thomas, didn't notice a thing. "I just think it's sweet that he's so focused on his work, don't you?"
"Completely," I replied, my mind already calculating.
The "Doomed Villainess" had just summoned her sidekick. The real game was finally starting.
The rest of the day was a masterclass in controlled patience. I sat through my afternoon classes—Magical Theory, Imperial History—projecting mild, shell-shocked confusion while my mind was entirely focused on Amaryllis's two-word summons: "My chambers. Tonight."
Rosalie, bless her chaotic heart, was the perfect cover. She never stopped talking, shielding me from any awkward social interactions.
"I mean, Prince Stefan just left? How rude! And that Professor is so grumpy. Don't worry, Silvie, I'm sure Lord Alef will sort him out. Now, about this dinner... do you think Thomas will be there?"
