The party

Marcus turned his head, shoving his hands casually into his pockets. A cold, mocking smirk replaced his polite smile as his eyes landed on Voktor's hand gripping Xavia's. "Voktor."

Tessa grabbed Kaelen's elbow, pulling her back slightly. "Let us go. We do not need to be here for this."

Voktor ignored the women entirely. He locked his dark, burning gaze solely on Marcus, stepping forward with a