Lara
The coldness in Ben’s smile sliced deeper than any blade could. It was the smile of a man who no longer saw me as a person from his childhood. He turned to me with that cruel expression carved across his face like frostbite on marble, but said nothing. The silence stretched until it snapped.
Then his lips parted, and his voice rose like a whip.
“Someone take the princess inside. Make her presentable. If she disgraces the Singh Pack tonight, it’ll be your last breath. Understood?”
He didn’t wait for a response. He didn’t need one. The command struck the air like lightning and scattered the shadows. He was already walking away, cloak snapping at his heels, his gaze never once returning to me.
But I saw it.
I saw the madness that burned behind his eyes.
Ben had changed.
Or maybe
