Sara's POV
With my grip tightened around Morgan's wrist, I couldn't help but bend it. I wished to break it, to make her feel as much pain as I felt when she pushed me down the stairs. But then, he came in.
“Enough!”
I could tell it was him merely by hearing his deep voice reverberating through the heavy glass in the tavern. Seeing I was distracted for a split second, Morgan pulled her hand out of my tightened grip, her eyes filled with pain and tears as she fell to her knees.
Everyone else went to their knees. I wasn't wrong, after all. Lycan King Darius had arrived at the tavern.
Turning sharply on my heels, I couldn't help but sense his piercing gaze fixed solely on me. To show my respect, I bowed my head to him.
“What is going on here?” he asked further, his hands plunging into hi
