Huo Ting Cheng's eyes narrowed, but he still didn't rise. His silence was heavier than any roar, more dangerous than any threat.
Finally, Tang Fei stormed toward the door, yanking it open with shaking hands, only to freeze.
Two guards stood there, expressionless, unyielding. Their eyes did not meet hers, they didn't need to. Their mere presence made the truth sink in. She wasn't going anywhere.
Her heart thundered in her chest. "Move!" she demanded, her voice hoarse with rage.
Neither of the guards shifted. The hall behind them stretched empty, her freedom already stolen.
Behind her, Huo Ting Cheng's voice slid through the air, low and merciless.
"Fei'er."
She turned back slowly. He was still seated, still watching her with that cold, unwavering fire, as though he already owned the outcome.
