"Lift the curse on me?" My voice dripped with mock amusement as I tilted my head, studying the cold glint in his eyes. "Is he more powerful than Hue, the elven progenitor who has lived for over a hundred millennia?" I let out a dry laugh, the sound echoing in the dimly lit chamber. "Just the mask on his face betrays how pathetic this lie is."
The air between us grew heavier, thick with the scent of damp stone and something metallic—blood, perhaps. His fingers twitched, but I didn't flinch. "Hmph... If you could, why wait till now? You'd have threatened my parents with it ages ago."
I tossed the damp hair clinging to my forehead aside and sneered, "Handsome, lying requires knowing your audience. You're facing a master deceiver—you don't even make the cut for the little finger." My lips curled into a smirk, though my pulse hammered beneath my skin. "You'd better come clean, or when my father finds you, he might shatter what's left of your face!"
