Avery's POV
Elira dropped to her knees. The sound of her expensive gown hitting the stone floor was almost as loud as the first shard of glass clinking into her palm.
She didn't look at the mess; she kept her eyes fixed on Lucian’s boots. A flush of humiliation crept across her face.
The surrounding guests—betas, high-ranking wolves, and their mates didn't dare interrupt. They watched the humiliation in silence.
As she reached for a jagged piece near my foot, her eyes flickered up to mine for a split second. There was no feeling of remorse, just a silent vow that whatever she suffered now, I would pay tenfold later.
“Take the glass to the kitchen,” Lucian said. “And find a wrap for your hands. You won’t want to get infected.”
Elira scrambled up and hurried toward the door. Lucian di
