Astron stood, the faint blue glow of his mana tendrils retracting into his palm as Rovan slumped against the wall, trembling. His confession hung in the air like a crack of thunder.
"Hawkins!" Irina's voice cut through the oppressive tension, a sharp, fiery eruption of anger. She pushed off the wall, her fists clenched at her sides, flames flickering faintly along her fingertips. "Those bastards dare!"
Rovan flinched, his face pale and sweat-slicked as Irina's fiery presence bore down on him. She stepped forward, her amber eyes blazing with fury, her breath quickening as the weight of the revelation settled on her. Images flashed through her mind—Jeremy's mocking smirk, his venomous threats, and the inferno she had left in her wake when she had branded him.
Her voice dropped to a low growl, more dangerous than her earlier shout. "First Jeremy, now this? They've grown bold, thinking they can send their dogs after me."