Chapter 645 Jason's Dense

• The calm before the storm had always been the most deceptive.
• In the dead of night, a shadow slid silently past the window, as if it belonged to the darkness itself. A soft breeze whispered through the room, lifting the thin curtains, just enough to cloak the figure lurking in the shadows.
• The figure moved with a predator's grace, so quiet it seemed to be made of the night itself. It reached the bedside, a hand darting out in a fluid motion. The cup was seized, its contents not spilling a drop.