Ascension Of The Villain

Chapter 37 - 37: Insomniac Life

Vyan scanned the perimeter,

Inside, he found a transparent packet containing blonde hair, the ones that would revert to Clyde's original color when he transformed back. Swiftly, Vyan made the switch with Lyon's genuine locks. Now, if they were tested, they would be used against Lyon.

As he closed the safe noiselessly and prepared to leave, he couldn't help but glance back at Iyana.

However, once his gaze landed on Iyana's sleeping form, he could not look away.

For a moment, a softened expression crept across his features as he observed her innocent face, bathed in the morning light. A droplet of drool escaped her parted lips, staining the papers beneath her arms.

His hand reached out instinctively, hovering over her face, tempted to caress her skin as though she were made of delicate glass.

"Looking at you pulling an all-nighter," he whispered, a wry smile lingering on his lips. "Why work so hard if you are just going to end up quitting for the sake of wearing the crown?"

But reality snapped back like a rubber band, and his gaze hardened. Her innocence was a façade, masking a selfish, twisted soul beneath.

His hand traveled down towards her neck, the urge to harm her simmering beneath his skin. If only he could just grab that neck and end it all right here...

But he knew it wouldn't give him peace. "I hate you so much," he whispered hoarsely, his voice thick with raw emotion and searing pain.

With bloodshot eyes fixed on her for a moment longer, he turned away and leaped out of the window, leaving behind the slumbering figure and his turbulent thoughts.

After a few minutes of Vyan's exit, the doors creaked open with Elijah's ninja-like finesse.

Instantly alert, Iyana's head snapped up, her gaze sharp, and her hand instinctively reached for the hilt of her sword. Upon recognizing her overly cautious subordinate, she relaxed.

"Oh, Elijah. What brings you here? Is it time for the morning training session?"

Elijah sighed with the weight of a thousand unfiled documents, "Didn't mean to disturb your beauty sleep, Vice-Commander. I just needed to quietly retrieve a few files. You know, the usual all-nighter paper chase."

Iyana shook her head, amusement dancing in her eyes. "You know my instincts. You can never sneak up on me," she remarked with a shrug. "Besides, I can't sleep with someone else in the room."

Her smile faltered briefly as she pondered the absence of anyone she would feel comfortable sharing her space with. Not that she remembered anyone like that.

As Elijah sifted through the chaos on her desk, he couldn't resist a jibe, "I wonder how you will cope with married life."

Iyana chuckled wryly and said, "I suppose it will be more like the insomniac life."