"Ethan Kael'Dri Smith," Harley began, her tone dangerously calm, the kind that could make even the strongest man in the empire reconsider his life choices. Her golden serpentine eyes shimmered with a radiant, iridescent glow that spoke of both power and wrath. "Would you please care to explain to all of us your reason for going out there like that?"
Her expression alone screamed Don't you dare lie to me.
The rest of Ethan's wives sat around him in the living room, a serene place that, at this very moment, felt more like an interrogation room. Each woman radiated her own unique aura: Clara's shadowed calm, Carmen's sharp intelligence, Lisa's quiet menace, Andriel's cold elegance. Together, they made the air heavy, suffocatingly heavy.
And although Ethan was, by far, one of the strongest beings alive, rivaled only by Barki and Asteria, he still felt a chill crawl up his spine.
