Isla's POV
It was always too quiet before things exploded.
The conference room sat at the highest corner of the eastern wing—tall windows, ancient chandelier, and a round table too polished for what we were about to do. It looked like a place for diplomacy.
Shame that none of us were diplomats.
Sophie was already seated when I entered. Naturally, right next to Arthur.
Of course.
Her body leaned slightly toward him, hair glossy and lips stretched in what she probably thought was a harmless smile. She was dressed to impress—plunging neckline, soft perfume. The kind of look that begged for attention without seeming like it did.
I took the seat directly opposite her. A small choice. A subtle declaration of war.
Ren sat beside me on the other side, spinning a silver ring on his finger. He gave me a nod, casual as always. I wasn't sure if he was bored or calculating.
To my right, Alice draped herself over the seat like a queen too tired of mortals. Her fingers drummed lightly on the table, gaze scanning the others with a lazy sharpness. The seat next to her was empty.
"Of course he's late," she whispered.
Before I could ask who, the door flung open like the start of a movie.
In strolled Ares Gray.
Hands in his pockets. Black shirt half tucked. That smile that always looked like it belonged on the devil's favorite son.
"Miss me?" he asked, sliding into the seat beside Alice without apology.
"Like a bullet," she muttered.
Arthur didn't look at him. Not yet.
Then Sophie struck.
"I hope we're not all too distracted to focus," she said sweetly, eyes flicking to me. "Some of us had… rough weekends. Isla, are you feeling better?"
Ah. There it was.
I gave her a small smile. "So much better, thanks. Arthur's really good with his hands."
The table stilled.
Ren coughed.
Alice grinned behind her hand.
Sophie blinked once. Twice. "Oh… well. That's—"
I didn't stop smiling.
Arthur finally spoke, voice low and clipped.
"That's enough."
He didn't look at me.
Didn't look at her.
Just stared straight ahead like he was seconds from walking out.
Ares leaned back in his chair, clearly enjoying the show.
"Well, this is promising," he muttered. "Can't wait to see how you two lead a party without setting the place on fire."
"I make no promises," I murmured, still smiling.
The game had begun.
And I was done playing nice.