The tension in the room became almost unbearable for me.
Zareth stood there, his jaw clenched, while his fists tight at his sides. He was losing their trust.
And he hated it.
The rogue was still smirking, wiping dust off his sleeve after being thrown against the wall. The vampire woman sighed in boredom. The Lycan had his arms crossed, shaking his head. The elf remained unreadable, but his eyes held sharp skepticism.
And the dragon shifter, his presence alone, sent a shiver through me.
He didn’t look disappointed, nor was he amused. He was calculating.
Zareth’s gaze flicked to me, and I saw it, the shift in his expression.
Determination.
I braced myself.
“Fine,” he said suddenly, his voice smooth and calm. Too calm, that I felt something frightening inside me.
He turned away from
