Chapter 580

The failed matchmaking banquet had been a cold, clarifying slap.

Morrigan sat in her study, a long-forgotten cup of coffee going cold on the desk in front of her, her eyes dark and calculating.

Direct attacks weren't working. Time to change tactics.

She couldn't put herself on the front line anymore.

The church. The banquet. Two losses.

One more, and she'd have nothing left to play.

So this time,