Sir William's gaze darted between Eros and Prince Kael, the air around the table growing impossibly tense. Eros's blade was still poised at Christiana's neck—its edge gleaming faintly under the chandelier's golden light, close enough that a single breath could draw blood.
Sir William broke the silence, his tone steady but edged with suspicion.
"If what you're saying is true," he said, eyes narrowing, "and Prince Kael truly is behind Lady Alexis's illness, then why is your sword pointed at Lady Christiana?"
Eros's expression didn't shift—his blade never wavered.
