"Let's do it now."
Roya cut in, a soft smile on her face.
Not a real smile. It never was with her.
But this one held meaning.
One that Layla picked up on immediately.
She knew exactly what that smile was hiding, her merchant brain catching the little things.
"You're scared, aren't you, little broker? You don't want the projection to embarrass you before the vote, huh? Afraid it'll hurt your chances?"
She tilted her head.
"Might actually help you, though. People like humility. Unless, of course…"
Her voice dropped, murder coming through.
"You've done something to my husband."
The whole room went still again.
Layla didn't blink.
"If that's really the case, don't worry about the vote."
Her purple eyes glowed bright.
"You'll die. I swear on my life you'll die."
Noor raised her brows, not at all fazed by her words.
"You're willing to exchange your soul for ours? Following in your father's footsteps, I see."
Roya calmly intervened a moment before Layla could lash out:
