Angelo looked at Gaviria as if daring his to tell a lie, it was a trap, and Gaviria could see right through it. These were the things he had been taught during the training period as a young warlock. And that was years and years ago.
He could tell that Angelo was already pissed off.
He could tell the alpha king was about to lose his cool and while he enjoyed the fact that Alexei was in safe hands, this time he was hoping Angelo didn't rip his head off. Then again, how the fuck was he supposed to explain a decision that was made by the love of his life?
Luna Hera was one piece of art and she knew what she was doing. When she had first approached Gaviria with the request, Gaviria was hesitant. He had tried talking her out of it, but she was adamant, almost like she knew something would happen in the near future.
It had taken them six whole months to finish the prison and fuck, it was harmful eve for the warlocks who created it.
