Chapter 264

Cerys's POV

I slid into the chair where Thalia had just sat, feeling the solid weight of Balthazar's gaze on me. He wiped at his face with a towel, eyes narrowing, and finally broke the silence.

"Are you satisfied now?" His voice was low, cold, carrying the sharpness of a wolf's warning.

I smiled faintly, my claws resting lightly on the polished table. "Do you really think I orchestrated all this?