“You know the nature of my job, Horos,” she whispered with narrowed eyes. “I divulge information in a methodical way. I needed a genuine reaction from you since there were a few Dev servants on that street. They definitely noticed you, and they would have realized the truth if your reaction hadn’t been authentic.” Horos shrugged. “I could have acted traumatized.” “You’re a terrible actor,” she said flatly, “which is why you’re an assassin, not a spy.”
Ophala is a genius and roasts people at the same time.
