The voice was low and calm but it carried a heaviness that instantly sucked the air out of the room.
Carla stiffened and so did everyone else.
Slowly, she turned her head to see Maverick standing behind her.
The people in the room had been too consumed by the drama unfolding between the two women that no one had noticed when he entered the dining hall with his underboss, Gavin, who stood behind him.
He was wearing a pair of black trousers and a dark shirt with the sleeves rolled to his elbows, exposing the dark ink of his tattoos that crept along his forearms like smoke. His dark hair was slightly damp, as if he had just returned from an outing, and there was a quiet heaviness in the way he stood.
The hand grounding Carla's wrist remained around it, not so tight but firm enough that she could not move it.
There was an eerie silence in the room now. The guards shifted uneasily and the servants lowered their gazes immediately, feeling Maverick's dark aura all over.
