Mia
The courtyard was suffocating. The weight of silence pressed down so heavily that it seemed no one dared to breathe. Agatha lay on the ground, her body trembling and her face swollen, streaked with blood and humiliation. Her larkeys groaned beside her, cradling their broken hands, but no one dared to help them. No one dared to move.
All eyes were on the Fiato twins.
Brynn and Frynn stood tall, their fury still crackling through the air like lightning waiting to strike again. Their power was suffocating; even Crimson Pack’s strongest warriors shifted uneasily, their shoulders tight with the knowledge of just how badly things could turn.
And then, like a blade slicing through the tension, Niagra’s voice thundered.
"Agatha!"
The courtyard shifted. People glanced toward him in disbel
