CHAPTER 49

Vanya's POV:

The oppressive tension in the air was almost tangible, pressing down on me as I huddled in the corner of the room, my mind reeling from the terrifying encounter with Cian. His presence had lingered long after he'd left, like a dark cloud that refused to dissipate, leaving my nerves frayed and my heart racing with the aftermath of what had just transpired.

But then, out of nowhere, Cian's phone rung. The shrill tone cut through the silence, startling me. I watched as Cian's golden eyes flicked to the device in his hand, a look of annoyance crossing his features. For a moment, I held my breath, praying that whoever was on the other end of that call would somehow save me from this nightmare.

Cian answered, his voice low and clipped, the usual arrogance muted as he listened to whatever was being said. I couldn't make out the words, but I saw the change in his expression-an irritation, a flash of something that almost looked like anger, before his expression settled ba