"With you here, they will just keep giving us trouble," Mira added, her tone sweet on the surface but dripping with venom underneath.
Raye's fork hit the edge of her plate with a sharp clink. She turned her head slowly, her voice colder than I'd ever heard it.
"So what are you suggesting? That we hand Vivien over?"
Her burgundy eyes, usually bright and full of mischief, had darkened. Irritation clouded them, making her look almost evil in that moment—untouchable, dangerous.
I sat a little straighter. Raye didn't often snap, but when she did, she looked really intimidating.
Across from her, Ares gulped down water like a man dying of thirst, his eyes widening slightly as though he'd just witnessed something scandalous.
