As soon as Serena left with Adrian and Darrell, the air in the room shifted. The tension, thick and almost suffocating, sparked with a crackling energy as Salvador turned slowly to face Modi. His eyes were dark with fury, and the slow burn of restrained anger gleamed in them like coals under ash.
He didn't waste time. "This is unacceptable, Modi," he spat, his voice cold and cutting like a blade of ice. "The last time you told me that Lucian was only playing us and trying to annoy us. Is my wife also trying to annoy us? Because she looked and acted like someone who very much cares about Lucian."
The words hung in the air, heavy with meaning. But Modi couldn't focus on the accusation. His ears rang with one word—wife. He blinked once, twice, then gave Salvador a puzzled stare.
"Your wife?" Modi asked, incredulous.
Salvador nodded with calm certainty, like it wasn't the most shocking declaration he could've made.
"Yes. And I'm pretty sure you know that," he said.
