Anya stayed quiet for a long moment, her mind turning over the words. She wasn't used to feeling so out of her depth.
But the more she thought about it, the more she realized that Dorian was right. This wasn't just some minor issue to be ignored. This was something that could change everything for her—if she was brave enough to pursue it.
Finally, she let out a long breath, the tension in her shoulders slowly easing. "Alright then," she muttered under her breath, her voice hardening with resolve. "I'll treat this like a hunt."
Aria raised an eyebrow, amused by the sudden shift in Anya's demeanor. "A hunt, huh? I didn't know you were into that sort of thing."
Anya looked Aria squarely in the eyes, her expression intense. "And I won't stop until I've made him mine."
Aria leaned back in her chair, nodding in approval. "Now that's the Anya I know. If anyone can win this fight, it's you."
