Gasps filled the space. Zara visibly paled.
Kian—the Kian—stood rigid, his breath slow and controlled.
But something had shifted.
Something dangerous.
And then, just when everyone thought the worst had passed—
"If you won't give him to me then I'll leave."
Isabella's voice rang out, firm and unwavering.
"Far away. If you plan on treating me like this, I'll leave."
The tension snapped.
Zara, sensing her moment, immediately stepped forward.
She cooed Kian's name, reaching for his arm, hoping to redirect his focus, to calm him, to remind him that she was here.
But the second her fingers brushed his fur—
"Do not touch me."
His voice was sharp. Brutal. Final.
Zara froze.
Her face drained of color.
"I will not tell you again," Kian continued, ice coating his every word.
"Leave."
Zara's throat bobbed.
"But—"
"Now."
"Isabella are you ok?" Kian called out to Isabella who had been staring Inti space for almost a minute, smiling stupidly.
