Chapter 30
The effect was instantaneous and electric. Every head turned. Every conversation stopped. The air itself seemed to change, charged with the kind of dangerous energy that preceded storms.
Rhys was dressed in a perfectly tailored charcoal suit that probably cost more than the entire Hawkins family's collective wardrobe. His dark hair was styled with casual precision, his gray eyes scanning the room with the kind of cold assessment that made strong men nervous. He moved with the fluid confidence of someone who'd never questioned their right to occupy any space they chose.
And he was furious.
Ravyn could see it in the tension of his shoulders, the set of his jaw, the way his eyes went flat and hard when they found her at the end of the table. Not furious with her—furious for her
