Verya pov

The air shifted—heavy, thick, suffocating.

I could feel it, the killing aura radiating from the three men before me, their sharp gazes all landing on me the moment I said those words.

A slow smirk tugged at the corner of my lips as I leaned back against the seat, head resting on my hand, idly toying with the glass in the other, watching the three of them with amusement.

Silas’s eyes darkened, narrowing on me, the book in his hand having fallen to the ground, the corners of his lips tugged into a frown as he stared.

Lucien’s gaze pinned on me colder than before, sharp, a cigarette...