Riona scanned the room amidst the hushed silence that had fallen over the room. Her eyes locked into a familiar figure.
Lisbeth stood there, smirking, clearly relishing the spectacle before her.
The Alpha werewolf was right by her side. His expression was unreadable, uncharacteristically devoid of his signature smug face.
Suddenly, a chill ran down Riona's spine, and she couldn't shake the feeling of a particularly ominous glare boring into her.
It didn't take a genius to figure out whose stare it belonged to. King Valentin, the owner of the deadliest glare in the Kingdom of Eira, had fixed his icy gaze upon her.
It felt like the weight of the world was crushing down on her chest, suffocating her with each labored breath.
As the king took deliberate steps closer, Riona felt the grip of fear tightening around her heart. Forget about revenge—she doubted she'd even survive the next hour if King Valentin so desired.
