The air itself seemed to vibrate with residual energy even afterward.
Knox, Enzo, and Meredith strode in at the front while their small entourage followed a few paces behind.
The two men cut imposing figures in their crisp, tailored black suits, while Meredith's slinky black dress hugged her curves in a way that would make a Renaissance artist weep.
They didn't seem even remotely fazed that the royal family remained stubbornly, insolently seated in a blatant snub upon their arrival.
Their masks glinted in the candlelight, adding an air of mystery and danger to their already intimidating presence.
Knox's mind raced behind his stoic mask. His thoughts whirled as he analyzed every subtle shift and nuance.
He knew this whole dramatic meeting was nothing but an obvious trap conspired
