The Game Turns

Vexaria could feel the shift in the air the moment Xypheron stepped closer. His presence was an unspoken command, a challenge she refused to acknowledge.

Lord Maron, oblivious to the tension crackling between them, gave a polite nod before excusing himself. Whether it was instinct or fear, Vexaria didn't care. She only cared that now, she was alone with him.

Slowly, she turned, forcing herself to meet Xypheron's gaze with cool indifference. "Was that necessary?"

Xypheron smirked, tilting his head as if considering. "You seemed bored."

"Or maybe you don't like seeing me enjoy someone else's company."

His expression didn't change, but there was a flicker in his eyes—something unreadable, something dangerous. "Enjoy?" he repeated, stepping closer. "Is that what you were doing?"

Vexaria lifted her chin. "Yes."

Xypheron exhaled a soft chuckle, but there was no amusement in it. He was watching her too closely, like a predator deciding whether to strike. "You think you can play this game with me, Vexaria?"

She smiled, slow and knowing. "I don't think, Xypheron. I know."

His eyes dark