A brief silence followed, during which both men turned their attention to Evans. His calm indifference, paired with the subtle disdain in his gaze—as though he'd already dismissed them as unworthy—only heightened their irritation.
Their anger shifted toward him, momentarily forgetting the conflict between themselves.
"That's enough," came a voice—soft, yet commanding.
Every head turned toward the sound. Standing beside the ivory carriage was a tall, stunning woman. Her slender figure exuded quiet strength, and her steely gray eyes held a sharp disapproval as they focused on Magnus and Lucius.
She moved with effortless grace, each step precise and poised.
Stopping in front of Lucius, she met his eyes with unmistakable disappointment. It was brief, but enough for him to notice. He immediately recoiled slightly, then stepped forward again.
