Of course, she didn't get far.
Zyren stepped effortlessly into her path, his expression unreadable save for the sly glint in his crimson eyes. He was amused—and unbothered—as Aria glared up at him, her fury unhidden, blazing in her gaze like a silent command for him to move.
He didn't. If anything, the slight tug at the corners of his mouth turned into a full smile, shining with dark humor.
"You don't look so well," he said smoothly, his voice laced with mock concern. His eyes didn't miss the way she clutched the fur coat tighter around her trembling body as she took a careful step back.
She knew. Knew his senses were too sharp—too inhuman. It wouldn't take him long to piece together what was happening to her, what she was struggling so desperately to contain.
"I—I think he gave me Ka-Kama Rasa," she stammered, her voice cracking as she gestured toward Bavon, whose brows lifted in pure, stunned disbelief.
