I had felt it in my bones all evening that sharp, restless pull that meant something was about to go wrong. I expected chaos. I expected shouting, maybe tears.
I didn't expect this.
Lewis had seen it all long before it happened. He didn't react. He planned. Every step he took closed another door, tightened another corner. By the time anyone realized what was happening, they were already trapped.
Watching him work was unsettling.
The Morrigans were boxed in with no escape, and in that moment, I finally understood why people lowered their voices around Lewis. Why even powerful families hesitated when his name was mentioned.
It had nothing to do with the chair beneath him.
It was the way he commanded the room without raising his voice. The way pressure followed him, heavy and invisible, making everyone instinctively straighten their backs or avert their eyes.
The rumors about him weren't lies.
He was precise. Calm. Merciless when needed.
