C14 A Storm in the Studio
“Haha. I’m a polymath,” Cleopatra said, a sly glint dancing in her eyes. “I adapt, I evolve. Something I know is far too difficult for you, isn’t it?”
A shiver ran down Guinevere’s spine. This wasn’t a casual jab; every word dripped with piercing truth, sharp enough to cut through the bravado she carefully wore. Her pulse quickened, and for a heartbeat, she faltered, retreating inward
