Elena’s POV
“You have to be joking,” I said, my voice shaking despite my effort to stay calm. Magmus barely spared me a glance. He looked bored, almost amused. “I don’t joke about vows or weddings, sweetheart. Now sit down. This conversation isn’t for you.”
Eric moved before I could respond. His chair scraped loudly as he stood, his presence darkening the room. “Speak to her like that again,” he warned quietly, “and I promise you won’t enjoy what follows.”
Magmus laughed, low and mocking. “Is that a threat? What are you going to do, repeat history? Storm my land like your father did?” His eyes gleamed. “Go on. I already expect the worst from your bloodline.”
“Enough!” Sara snapped, finally standing. Her voice cut sharp through the tension. I turned toward her, confused. Was t
