Anton's eyes narrowed into a cold, predatory glare as they landed on Scarlet. The intensity of his stare was so sharp that an involuntary shiver crawled down her spine.
It wasn't merely anger.
It was the kind of look that made someone feel like prey.
What a creep, Scarlet muttered under her breath, refusing to give him the satisfaction of seeing her discomfort. She lifted her chin and turned away, quickly following the others.
Anton barely spared Scarlet another glance.
His attention had already drifted back to Lara.
His curiosity had transformed into fascination.
Every sentence she spoke only deepened the mystery surrounding her.
How could a young woman know so much about the long-forgotten Kromwel Dynasty? Her understanding went far beyond what could be found in books or documentaries. She spoke as though she had walked those palace corridors herself... as though she had witnessed history unfold with her own eyes.
It was impossible.
And yet...
