Caius's ability was the power to briefly manipulate a person's emotions.
He had indeed used it on the assassin just now. But through countless tests over the years, Caius knew with absolute certainty—when his ability targeted a single individual, no one else in the same space would detect a thing. They could brush past him, sway together on a dance floor, and never notice.
Yet Selena had felt it?
More than that—this wasn't the first time.
She said she'd noticed it during the Bloodline Authentication.
The sweat beading on his forehead—from the s*x and the fight both—only now seemed to truly register. Cold. Heavy with the weight of dread.
But his past had given him no shortage of experience with being confronted.
The cardinal rule: never admit fault first.
He reined in his hammering
