Eve's POV:
He exhaled heavily, pinching the bridge of his nose like I was giving him a migraine. "You're going to make me regret this."
"You already regret everything," I teased. "Might as well feed them too."
He shot me a glare that could curdle blood but tore a chunk of meat from the deer anyway and tossed it toward the dragons. They pounced immediately, squealing with excitement. It was chaos for a few seconds—flapping wings, tiny growls, tails thrashing—but somehow, no one got burned.
His eyes flicked briefly to the dragons — who were now again staring at him with the same intensity of starving beggars — and then he turned back to the fire.
Was that a… smirk I saw tug at his mouth? No, impossible. Lucius didn't do smirks. He did frowns, scowls, and intimidating silence. That was pretty much his whole personality.
