Chapter 62

The moment the words left her lips, the air in the room shifted. A strange stillness followed, like everyone was holding their breath.

Samuels' short snort broke the silence.

He leaned slightly against the rail of the step, arms folded, a smirk curling on his lips like something sour. “You really have a lot of gut coming here,” he said, eyes narrowing, voice low and heavy with disdain.

His gaze shifted to Stefan, hard, expectant, ready to break him down. But Stefan didn’t budge, nor didn’t blink. His face was still, jaw relaxed, but the steel in his eyes was unmistakable. That kind of calm that made people...