Zora’s POV
I quickly shrugged on my clothes, unable to help but wonder about the identity of their unexpected guest. My fingers fumbled a little with the buttons as I stole a glance at the entrance. The abrupt shift in the room’s atmosphere was palpable as soon as the man stepped inside. It was as if the air itself tightened, coiling around us with a tension I could practically touch.
The annoyance etched across the faces of the three Lords was unmistakable, a striking transformation even on Lucian, who typically maintained an almost relaxed and goofy composure. My heart skipped a beat as I caught the subtle narrowing of their eyes, a collective response to this unanticipated intrusion.
Draped in noble attire that flowed elegantly with every movement, the man stood before us, emanating
