CH.105

The air itself seemed to vibrate with residual energy even afterward.

Knox, Enzo, and Meredith strode in at the front while their small entourage followed a few paces behind.

The two men cut imposing figures in their crisp, tailored black suits, while Meredith's slinky black dress hugged her curves in a way that would make a Renaissance artist weep.

They didn't seem even remotely fazed that the royal family remained stubbornly, insolently seated upon their arrival in a blatant snub.

Their masks glinted in the candlelight, adding an air of mystery and danger to their already intimidating presence.

Knox's mind was racing behind his stoic mask. His thoughts were whirling as he analyzed every subtle shift and nuance.

He knew this whole dramatic meeting was nothing but an obvious trap conspired by that wicked fake Queen Sahar. But he'd decided it was finally time to stop hiding behind others. It was time for the supernatural world - hell, maybe even the human world too - to know