Chapter 281
Ronan and the rest nodded, pushing forward through the corridor. The air grew heavier with each step, a creeping weight settling on their shoulders. The silence pressed in, thick and suffocating, until finally—
A great double door.
Han's face darkened. Without hesitation, he shoved it open.
The door burst wide, and they stepped inside.
A fragrance lingered in the air... sweet, almost intoxicating but the room itself was too vast, unnaturally spacious, like a hollowed cathedral. At the far end, upon a blood-red throne, sat the elusive leader of the Cursed himself.
Drake Voss.
Legs casually crossed, a wine glass dangling from his right hand, his eyes closed as if the world and its chaos bored him. But then slowly, he opened them.
His gaze locked with Han's.
Blue met crimson.
The air turned to ice. Tension spiked so high it felt like even the walls were holding their breath. For a heartbeat, no one moved.
