As for Kian, he did not fully understand what the visitor meant, but his instincts were already screaming.
Kian had always trusted his instincts.
They had kept him alive.
And right now, his instincts were telling him that the man standing in his hall with a polite smile had just touched something rotten.
Osiris's shoulders rose and fell once.
Then, because Isabella had called him, he forced himself to turn around.
That was the only reason he turned around.
If anyone else had spoken, he would not have listened.
If Kian had ordered him, he might have still fought.
If Luca had tried to stop him, he might have bitten his head off out of anger.
But Isabella had called him.
And no matter how angry he was, no matter how much his blood was burning and his mind was screaming at him to rip that smiling face apart, he still cared too much about her to cause trouble in her hall.
So he stepped back.
Slowly.
