While Kaelith could barely comprehend his own happiness, the atmosphere half a ballroom away had turned noticeably grim.
The beast nobles had unconsciously formed a wide circle around Silas and Lucien.
It almost looked as though the light itself dimmed around them.
The floor beneath them warped unsettlingly, shadows rippling across the stone, and some nearby beastmen swore they could see eerie faces flickering briefly through the darkness itself.
Still…
very little frightened beastmen anymore.
The moment Mirabelle had turned her back on them, both males had fallen silent.
Their earlier quarrel instantly forgotten.
Now all of their negative energy had redirected entirely toward Kaelith.
With dark expressions, they watched Mirabelle laughing in the hyena's arms.
"Can he actually do anything?" Lucien asked dryly.
Silas scoffed.
"Pff. As if."
Lucien's emerald eyes narrowed slightly as he observed the dance floor.
"She looks comfortable with him."
