Ava’s POV
Ivan’s gaze roamed the room, pausing on each face before settling on Liam. A subtle smirk tugged at his lips as he took a deliberate, unhurried step forward. The quiet felt oppressive, brimming with unspoken grudges and lingering scores.
“Liam,” Ivan said evenly, his tone dripping with superiority. “Seems like your evening’s taken a rough turn.”
Liam’s expression remained stoic, but I sensed his coiled tension. His stare met Ivan’s, piercing and unwavering. “Ivan,” he responded, his voice low but steady. “What are you doing here?”
“You know exactly why I’m here!!” Ivan barked, swiftly advancing with his warriors through the throng until they reached Zane’s still form.
I caught a glint of surprise in Ivan’s eyes as he dropped to one knee beside his father, pressing fingers
