Once her silhouette vanished from sight, Reesa finally let out a long breath.
"Finally gone," she muttered, rolling her shoulders as if shaking off a heavy burden. "If we'd kept being polite, who knows how long she would've stayed."
Raphael quietly raised his thumb toward her, admiration written plainly on his face. That confrontation had been brutally satisfying to watch.
Alaric Von Seraph said nothing, but the slight nod he gave spoke volumes. Whatever reservations he had before, they were gone now.
Prince Kael withdrew his gaze from the direction Guinvere had disappeared and turned to Zora instead. A familiar, wickedly charming smile curved his lips as he leaned slightly closer.
"Darling," he asked softly with his eyes gleaming, "was my performance satisfactory?"
For him, her opinion outweighed everything else.
Zora lifted a brow, her expression calm but faintly amused. "More or less," she replied. "After all, this trouble was something you brought upon yourself."
