The whole thing had begun the moment they first arrived. Their presence alone had drawn the attention of every patron in the establishment, and for a few long seconds, the bar had fallen utterly silent.
Not a clink of glass, not a single breath out of place.
Seeing this reaction, Lugh already knew—nothing good would come of this. He urged them to leave, quietly.
But the girls hadn't listened. In fact, he strongly suspected they were itching for a fight.
Resigned, Lugh had picked a table at random, seating himself alongside both sisters. Slowly, the atmosphere resumed.
Conversations resumed. The music returned. Normal operations picked up again, flowing like nothing had happened. And for a brief, fleeting moment, Lugh actually believed that nothing would happen.
That was—until the first drink arrived.
Sent from a man seated two tables away.
Sela downed it immediately, without even the courtesy of a sniff, sighing with evident satisfaction.
