Aurelia's POV
As much as I was furious with Djurek, I couldn't let the fight between him and Aaron escalate into a full-blown brawl. They’d been friends for as long as Djurek could remember, even before he could tell his left hand from his right. The three of them had grown up together—Djurek, Aaron, and Dante. They were like brothers, and it pained me to see them turn on each other this way.
"We should go home," I urged, gently nudging Aaron back. "What we’re doing here only makes Eloria happy. This is her goal—to see us divided."
"Well, I don’t think Djurek cares about that!" Aaron spat, his tone filled with resentment as he struggled against my grip. He tried to break free, his gaze fixed on Djurek with a smoldering intensity. "Djurek’s always been this way. Hot-headed, stubborn—"
