Lyra's POV
He hesitated for a moment, uncertainty flickering in his eyes, but when I added a soft, pleading "please," he relented. With a simple wave of his hand, the imposing Lycan by my side vanished into thin air.
"Now," he said, shifting his focus back to the dinner table. "Choose what you'd like to eat."
My appetite vanished amid the tension. I replied coldly, "I've lost my appetite."
He smirked, his dark eyes never leaving mine. "You really do have a sharp tongue," he remarked, his tone dripping with challenge. "Let's see if you have a sharp instinct."
In an almost casual gesture, he threw a knife in my direction.
My instincts kicked in, and I jerked my head to the side just in time, narrowly avoiding the knife that whizzed past my face.
The king shrugged, seemingly unfazed.
