Patience's POV
The police's voice shattered the restaurant's charged atmosphere.
Cyrus's vertical pupils vanished instantly, and the suffocating aura receded like a tidal wave, leaving only the lingering pheromones in the air.
Cyrus froze, and I let out a silent breath, relieved to feel the sweat dampening my back.
"What's going on here? Who called the police?" the lead officer demanded, his brow furrowed as he scanned the chaotic scene.
"It was me!" I called out, slowly lowering the g*n I'd had trained on the back of Cyrus's head.
The officer strode over and immediately recognized Cyrus.
"Mr. Gross, are you hurt?" he asked respectfully.
"I'm fine," Cyrus replied coolly, handing the officer the g*n that belonged to the middle-aged man. "This man attacked me. That's his weapon."
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