The atmosphere at the table instantly shifted.
All the girls, Maelis, Selene, Selina, Claire, and even Lira, slowly turned their heads toward Gray. Their gazes were sharp, suspicious, and filled with dangerous curiosity.
Lyra, who had been happily nuzzling into his chest just seconds ago, suddenly stiffened.
The flush on her cheeks completely disappeared as she slowly lifted her head. Her emerald eyes, which had been soft and loving, now carried a chilling intensity.
"…Who is that bitch?"
Her voice rumbled low, filled with a suffocating killing intent that made the air feel heavy. Even the drunk Ronan shivered.
The golden strands in her ponytail seemed to glow faintly.
The entire table froze.
Except Gray, who remained perfectly calm. He gently cupped Lyra's cheek with one hand, turning her face so she was forced to look directly into his eyes.
"I only love you, Lyra."
The words were spoken softly, but clearly.
Shine…
