Ophelia’s POV:
Ilya swiftly stood up from his kneeling position on the floor, and I followed suit, my legs feeling like lead. I stood there, trapped between them, my tongue tied by the sudden, violent shift in the room's energy.
I didn’t understand why Damon looked so utterly livid. His eyes were burning, fixed on Ilya with a predatory focus that made me want to shrink back.
Damon was the first to break the silence. He walked forward, stopping just a few feet away, his gaze narrowing. "Dubrovsky?"
I noticed Ilya’s fists clenched at his sides, but he nodded slightly, bowing his head in a gesture that was technically respectful but lacked any real submission. "I’m sorry to impose on you this late at night, Alpha Enzo. I was here to see Ophelia."
There was something strange in Ilya's ton
