CHAPTER 29
Callista's Point of View
"Let go of my wife. Now," Ice's deep voice boomed through the crowded bar, cutting through the music and chatter like a sharp knife.
The man who had been harassing me froze, his drunken grin fading as he turned to face Ice. The atmosphere in the bar shifted, tension palpable as everyone's attention turned to the unfolding scene.
Ice's eyes blazed with an intensity I had never seen before. His usually aloof and distant demeanor vanished, replaced by a protective and fierce aura. The bar seemed to grow silent, the music fading into the background, as the air crackled with anticipation.
The man hesitated for a moment, his grip on my hand tightening even more. But before he could react, Ice took swift strides toward us, his presence commanding respect a
