Sandy's POV
Keena blinked slowly, as though my defiance had caught her completely off guard. The silence that followed stretched between us like a razor wire, sharp and threatening.
Even Zayden had stopped smirking, his entertainment replaced by something darker.
Then Keena's lips curved into a cold smile that made my skin crawl.
"How fascinating," she murmured, her head tilting with predatory grace. "So this is the woman who captured your attention, Charles Ezekiel? A little wolf with far too much bite for her own good?"
My muscles coiled tight as her crimson gaze shifted to him. I pressed my palm against Charles's knee beneath the table, silently cursing myself for losing control when I was supposed to be keeping him calm.
Charles released a controlled breath beside me. His fingers drummed against the wooden surface with deliberate precision. Every inch of his body radiated restrained violence, though his expression remained perfectly blank.
