The room fell into a hushed stillness as all eyes turned towards Peter. Azriel, Leonidas, Atticus, Erebus, and even the maids and guards fixed their gaze upon him.
Confusion flashed across Peter's face as he scanned the room, trying to comprehend why everyone was staring at him.
In his mind, he had simply spoken the truth, expressing his honest thoughts.
Unfazed, he shrugged and took another sip of his wine, seemingly nonchalant amidst the tension.
However, Erebos, consumed by anger, rose from his seat, determined to confront Peter. But before he could take a step forward,
Azriel swiftly intervened. Raising his hand, he commanded, "Stop!" His authoritative voice echoed through the room, halting Erebos in his tracks.
The atmosphere crackled with anticipation as Azrael's commanding presence diffused the escalating tension. All eyes shifted between Azriel and Erebos, the air thick with unspoken words.
