"Have you no regard? Or have your victories in the last fights clouded your senses?" Adam's voice carried the kind of quiet authority that made every head turn sharply in his direction. His tone wasn't raised, but the warning beneath it was unmistakable — cold, clipped, and edged with disbelief.
They had all realized I wasn't going to stand. Good.
I lifted the teacup again, unhurried, letting the delicate porcelain brush my lips as if I hadn't just been accused of sacrilege. The tea had cooled slightly, but the sip was deliberate–a statement.
Then I turned my head, tilting it slightly, feigning mild surprise. "Not at all, King," I said evenly. "However, seeing as you were the ones who invited me, I didn't think it was necessary. Aren't we just here to dine and talk? Why waste time on frivolities? Aren't you just tired of it?"
A sharp inhale cut through the air.
