Chapter 97. Dirty Female Asura...[2]

Third Person's POV...

The night outside was silent, but inside Riyan's suite, tension coiled thick in the air. The dim lighting cast long shadows on the walls, and the neon cityscape beyond the windows flickered like a heartbeat, steady and unrelenting. The exhaustion from battle weighed on everyone, but no one was sleeping. Not yet. Not when there were still so many questions.

Riyan sat on the plush sofa, his arm draped around Livia in an almost absentminded gesture. She was curled up against him, fingers twisted tightly in his sleeve—too tightly—as if afraid that if she let go, she would slip back into the nightmare they had just survived.

Across from them, Raven sat on the bed, arms crossed, golden eyes burning with jealousy. Every time Livia shifted closer, every time Riyan's hand moved in slow, comforting circles on her back, Raven's fingers twitched with the urge to throw something. Hard.

Ava, of course, noticed.