What unsettled Rui the most, however, was the fact that she hadn't sensed his approach. She prided herself on her heightened senses, and yet this old man had managed to get so close without her realizing it. Her hair stood on edge.
Russell gave a slight bow, his sharp eyes flicking from Rui to Mary Ann and finally to Fenrir. "It's unfortunate that your welcome was less than warm. Rest assured, such behavior will not be tolerated."
Rui stiffened. There was something off about this man—something that made her skin crawl. His presence was commanding, yet unnervingly quiet, like a predator lying in wait. She glanced at Fenrir, who gave her a subtle signal to remain calm.
Taking a deep breath, Rui forced a smile. "I appreciate the apology, Mr. Adveric. Though I must admit, it's rare to see a leader personally attending to his guests."
Russell chuckled softly, his gaze never leaving her. "I prefer to handle important matters myself."