Kai had shown them that he was not someone to be trifled with, and they knew, without a doubt, that he could—and would—drain them dry if they ever made the mistake of underestimating him.
The chaotic tension that had enveloped the room began to dissipate, leading to the early end of the party. Guests, still buzzing with the intensity of the earlier exchange, made their exits, their conversations hushed and cautious. Kai and Esme, satisfied with how things had unfolded, turned to leave as well.
As Esme approached the door, a strange feeling washed over her—like a persistent gaze had been fixed on her since the moment she entered. She paused, her instincts tugging at her to glance back. Kai, noticing her hesitation, also turned, his eyes following hers.
