Angel looked at Lucivar and was confused by his reaction.
He should've been more worried about a very potent poison that could kill him, which would determine his life and death, but he seemed to care more about the secrecy of his bloodline. It was puzzling—but Angel was sharp, she could put two and two together.
Just as Lucivar's lips twitched, about to say something, the door was opened.
Dullan stepped inside and stopped when he saw Angel and Lucivar together.
His eyes narrow, scrutinizing the situation.
On que, Angel quickly shoved everything into the suitcase and got up from the sofa.
"I see you've done the mandatory strength assessment," Dullan recovered and approached, taking a seat across Lucivar, whom for some reason looked stiff and distraught. "So, how is your strength progressing? Are you confident?"
Seeing that Lucivar wasn't answering, Dullan turned to Angel, standing on their side.
