Alia’s anger was swift and ruthless. One second, the room was thick with tension, the next, she was grabbing Davon by the collar and dragging him out.
"Enough of your foolishness!" she snapped, her voice cutting through the silence like a blade.
Kael barely moved as his brother was hauled away, his face impassive, but Nia could feel the tension in his body. His shoulders locked tight, his fists curling at his sides. He looked like he wanted to step in, but something held him back.
Then—a slap, sharp and unrelenting, cracked through the air. The sound ricocheted off the stone walls, making Nia flinch.
Davon’s head snapped to the side, his jaw tightening. But he didn’t react. Didn’t even blink.
Alia stood there, her chest rising and falling rapidly, her palm still tingling from the impa
