Liora's footsteps echoed against the marbled corridor as she stormed away, her fists balled at her sides. Her chest rose and fell rapidly, though she forced her breaths to steady. That wasn't how she planned it. She had entered the hall to confront Lucien, to make things clear, but once again… he twisted it.
How was it that he always seemed to have control, even when she confronted him?
She took a sharp turn into the adjacent hallway and paused, leaning against the stone wall. Her head tilted up, eyes shut. The coolness of the stone behind her offered a strange comfort.
Behind her, someone approached. She knew the gait.
Rowan.
"I told him this would turn into a storm," he said casually, his voice lacking its usual playful lilt. "But that man listens only to shadows and schemes."
Liora didn't move. "I didn't come there to make a spectacle."
"I know," Rowan said, stepping beside her. "But when you walk into a den of snakes, even silence becomes a weapon."
