"How so?" Florian asked, brow arching ever so slightly.
Heinz's gaze flicked toward him, and for a split second—just a fraction—something shifted in those crimson eyes. A spark. A flicker. There and gone, like lightning behind storm clouds.
"I can't say," Heinz said smoothly, voice calm as ever. "It would ruin the surprise."
Florian blinked, lips parting in disbelief. "You can't give me even a hint?"
"No," Heinz replied, tone final. "That would give you an advantage. The test has to be authentic."
'Seriously? Advantage? I'm not even trying to win this thing.' Florian exhaled slowly through his nose, willing himself to stay calm.
He stepped back slightly, arms folding across his chest. "But I'm only doing this because of your plan to catch a traitor. Why does it matter if it's authentic?"
