The Apocalyptic Queen's Werewolf Journey (Thora and Darius) novel Chapter 434

It was Jeremy.

That was someone Valen had never once suspected, someone who had followed him for years.

Jeremy kept his head lowered, his face twisted in pain. He couldn't even speak properly, only letting out weak groans.

Valen looked at Thora and saw no surprise on her face. He couldn't help asking, "You already knew?"

"More or less," Thora replied casually.

The coldness in Valen's eyes deepened. He motioned to the side, and two soldiers immediately stepped forward to restrain Jeremy and take him away.

"Since Thora and Mr. Blackwood both witnessed this, and since Thora already knew who Jeremy was, please cooperate and come with me."

If it were only Thora, Valen wouldn't have been polite. Teachers asking students to cooperate was normal. But Darius was a distinguished guest, so Valen chose his words carefully.

Thora exchanged a glance with Darius. She didn't object, and neither did he.

Valen then led them off the rooftop.

After walking a few steps, Thora instinctively glanced back. Darius's hand hovered just an inch away from her waist.

He pulled it back as if nothing had happened.

Thora looked forward again and kept walking.

Darius raised an eyebrow. Instead of getting annoyed, a faint smile appeared. Even small, restrained moments like that had become their own quiet kind of closeness.

In the distance, Lance, who had been heading toward Thora's place, suddenly stopped. He had just seen Valen escorting Thora and Darius away.

Number 79? Is he back?

Lance's eyes darkened as he watched them leave. The way that man looked at Thora was inexplicably irritating.

At that moment, Darius shifted his gaze from Thora and looked straight at Lance.

His smile faded. Their eyes met in silence, sharp and full of tension.

Compared to staying with Thora, being taken by Valen was much safer. So the moment Valen arrived, Jeremy shut his mouth and waited to be taken away.

After all, he had followed Valen for years. He knew his temperament well. Valen was far easier to deal with than Thora's brutal methods.

"He didn't say anything, did he?" Thora asked calmly, already knowing the answer.

"For a spy, he's better than he ever was as a teacher," Valen said grimly.

Thora nodded, picked up her cup, and took another sip.

"Now it's your turn," Valen said, locking his gaze onto her. His voice carried pressure, but it didn't affect her at all.

She set the cup down and sat up straight. "What do you want to ask?"

"Why did he attack you?" Valen asked, eyes fixed on her.

Thora raised her brows. "No clue." After a short pause, she added, "I was about to find out. You interrupted me."