No one listened to the government official when he asked the people to calm down. Both Valeria and Ethan continued to look at each other, their eyes fighting to gain dominance over the other.
The knife sailed past Valeria, embedding itself deep into the polished wood paneling behind her. And even though she had calmed down, the displeasure was clear on her face.
The room fell into a stunned silence, broken only by the soft hum of the overhead lights.
Valeria straightened, a single lock of ash-blonde hair slipping out of place, but her expression remained calm—if not a touch more predatory.
Ethan's lips curled into a faint smirk.
"That's a rude welcome,"
He said, his voice light but undercut with steel. Ethan also seemed uninterested to let the matter pass.
Ethan's posture remained relaxed, but his fingers twitched, ready to intercept the next attack if needed.