Warlock Ch 403. We Do What We Have To Do
Lysandra stood still for a moment, listening.
And then—
"I thought dragons didn't interfere."
That voice.
Controlled. Cold. And unmistakably smug.
Lysandra didn't even need to turn around to know who it was.
She slowly shifted her stance and looked over her shoulder.
Aria.
The woman was all sharp lines and authority, wrapped in a pristine senator's cloak that practically shimmered with layers of defensive enchantments. Her silver hair was swept up with deliberate care, her eyes unreadable as always—half judgment, half amusement.
Lysandra flicked a glance down at the corpse nearest to her boot. "Yes. But sometimes?" She raised her chin slightly. "We do what we have to."
Aria's lips curled faintly. "That's the most dragon thing I've heard all week."
"And yet you're still here," Lysandra said evenly. "What are you doing in this district, senator?"
