Ruby’s POV
The weight of the throne room pressed down on me. Every bone in its structure whispered of bloodshed, sacrifice, and power struggles that had existed long before I was born. Levi’s gaze never wavered as he waited for my response.
I took a slow, measured breath.
"I don’t trust you," I admitted. "But I don’t trust Manson either, not fully. Not yet."
Levi smirked, leaning back against the throne made of bones. "Smart girl."
I clenched my fists. "This isn’t a game, Levi. If you’re lying to me, I’ll find out."
He chuckled. "I’d be disappointed if you didn’t."
I turned on my heel, leaving the throne room without another word. My mind was racing, my pulse pounding in my ears. I needed time to think, to process, but I knew one thing for certain: Manson had answers, and he was goi
