Avery’s POV
The shift in Aidan’s expression was instant. One second, he was smug, and the next, his silver eyes darkened with rage. It happened so fast that I barely had time to react.
Kieran must have noticed the change, too, because he carefully set me back on my feet, his green eyes filled with concern.
“Are you sure you’re okay, Avery?” he asked softly. “If something’s wrong, we can talk over dinner. I’m always ready to listen—”
He never got to finish his sentence.
Aidan moved like a shadow, swift and deadly. In a blink, he grabbed Kieran by the collar and slammed him against the wall with so much force that the stone cracked. The impact sent a shudder through the walls, dust and debris scattering to the floor.
Kieran groaned but quickly pushed himself up, wiping at his lip where
