Mordred observed her for a long time. This woman was more dangerous than he had initially thought. Not through weakness or naivety, but through that ruthless lucidity that almost matched his own. She had identified her own motivations with surgical precision and fully embraced them.
Suddenly, she lunged forward.
The movement was so swift, so unexpected, that even Mordred was surprised. In a fraction of a second, Livia crossed the space between them and pressed herself against his chest, her arms wrapping around his neck with striking feline agility.
- "Me, Mordred!" she cried out, her voice vibrating with almost feverish excitement. "I want to be the first to receive your blood! Make me what you are! Give me that power!"
