Estelle's POV
I didn't respond. The moment he turned and walked away, the atmosphere lightened slightly—but my unease only deepened. My gaze drifted involuntarily toward the sofa.
Theron had already stood up. Dante handed him a glass of water. He took it and sipped slowly, not once looking at me, as if everything that had just happened had nothing to do with him.
And yet I could still feel his presence. He was there—watching, remembering.
Then he turned and left. Dante followed immediately.
Only after the door closed did I slowly exhale, my heart still racing.
"The pumpkin soup is here. Please help yourself." That cold voice sounded again. Cassius had returned.
He stood between me and the bowl. I looked at the soup and said flatly, "Leave it."
"It'll get cold," he said. "I'll feed
