No—she really did feel betrayed.
Even if her logical side whispered that Kian wasn't wrong to make this decision, her chest still burned. She kept her expression steady, but inside, a cold coil of resentment twisted.
This wasn't just about her safety. She knew that. Kian was thinking strategically—he always was—but logic didn't erase the sting. And worse, the moment her eyes flicked to Zyran and caught his gaze, her gut clenched.
Zyran hadn't stopped watching her since the negotiation started, not once. His stare was patient. Calculated. Like he was waiting for the first crack to form.
She bit down hard on the inside of her cheek, forcing herself to stay calm.
"Now you'll have to come here, love," Zyran said, his voice smooth, sweet, and threatening all at once, like honey poured over a blade. "Because things are about to get violent."
