Riana wasn’t one to shrink, not even in the congress hall, not in political debates, and certainly not in a bar filled with half-drunk supernatural officials who thought their rank gave them the right to raise their voices.
The moment Wesley stepped back and allowed her space to speak, she did.
Calm. Collected. Razor-sharp.
“If any of you actually read the draft,” Riana said, setting her glass down with a soft clink, “you’d notice the reform doesn’t ban relics. It forbids abuse of relics. There’s a difference most toddlers can understand. I trust the rest of you can catch up.”
Her colleagues exchanged impressed looks.
Some supporters at the corner raised their drinks in salute.
“A toast to Senator Riana! Finally, someone with a backbone!”
Riana smiled graciously and
