Kira’s POV
The fork didn’t just clatter.
It hit the marble floor so hard the silver bent.
Adrian didn’t move at first.
He stood perfectly still, head slightly tilted, like a wolf who just heard a rabbit squeak inside his pack.
Then the temperature in the hall dropped ten degrees. I swear the lights flickered.
Speaking of lights, I should ask Adrian to get me a phone. I need to know how relaxed those weasels are in LA. I need to start monitoring them.
Every person in the room felt the chill.
The guards by the doors shifted, taking a stance as though preparing to attack.
Margaret actually scooted her chair back an inch.
Even the servants froze mid-step.
Adrian’s eyes…freaking gold, glowing, inhuman…locked on Levi with the kind of stare that promised graves.
How is he even
