The Borgias family stood in a cold semi-circle around the cage, each of their expressions hardened hard, eyes glinting with cold anticipation of what will happen next.
The air was thick with tension, the dim light of the room casting long shadows that seemed to cling to the corners like predators waiting for a chance to strike.
This was no ordinary gathering; this was an assembly of the most dangerous members of the family, and at the center of their attention was Lyerin, trapped within a cage built specifically to hold beings far stronger than he should have been.
Yet here he was, looking unnervingly calm.
Lyuzen stood at the head of the group, his arms crossed, but his eyes however were narrowed in disbelief.
He hadn't expected Lyerin to fall for this. He had underestimated his son's relationship with Lina, his mistress, and for a moment, he almost believed that this plan had worked too easily.
