Without waiting for her to respond, I left the room, a victorious smirk curling on my lips. It was too easy. Raphaella was always so trusting, so naive. It was laughable how easily she believed every word I said.
Once I was out of sight, I headed straight for Pierre’s study.
I knocked on the door lightly, before stepping inside. Pierre sat behind his desk, his brows furrowed as though he hadn’t slept in days.
“Any change?” He sighed, running a hand through his hair.
I shook my head, pretending to be disappointed. “I’m afraid not, Lycan King. I’ve tried talking to her, but Raph... she’s stone-cold. She won’t eat, won’t respond. She despises you more and more with each passing day.”
His expression darkened, frustration boiling over. “What am I supposed to do, then? She won’t even look at me.”
I hesitated for the effect, then stepped closer, my voice gentle and coaxing. “Maybe it’s time to make her feel something. Jealousy, perhaps. Show her that you won’t wait forever.”
Pierre’s eyes flickered with doubt, just as I expected. "Are you sure you're not suggesting it to your own benefit?"