Meanwhile, at Venenum.
Esmeralda stepped forward with a respectful nod. "Lyon, this is my mother, Lady Kalani."
Lyon's gaze didn't waver as he met Lady Kalani's eyes. A cryptic smile played on his lips as he replied, "I can see that beauty and danger resonate altogether. I thought it was your sister."
Lady Kalani's expression remained composed, but there was a flicker of amusement in her eyes. "You are daring, Lyon Torga," she remarked, her voice steady but carrying an underlying edge.
"Take your seats," she added, her tone leaving little room for argument.
Lyon's smile remained as he moved to sit, his confidence unshaken. The exchange had been brief, but the subtle challenge in their words was unmistakable—a delicate dance of wit and power, with neither party willing to back down.
