Amaya’s POV
The atmosphere surrounding us became even more tense. Kara opened her mouth but couldn’t form words while Dante’s brow knitted together.
“Oooooh, nice.” Cyrus, who had been quiet the entire time, finally spoke with a lazy smirk, and all the attention shifted to him. His brow knitted together, and he shook his head, confused. “What? It’s not every day we get to witness this side of the Luna,” Cyrus said, then his gaze landed on me. “By all means—don’t mind me. Continue.”
I opened my mouth to speak, but Dante spoke first. “There’s no need for that.”
All eyes snapped towards him. Even Kara’s smirk faltered as Dante’s gaze darkened.
“What?” she said. “But Dante…”
He didn’t even look at her. His eyes remained fixed on me like he was trying to read my soul. “I won’t be punishing anyone.”
Kara’s eyes widened. “But…”
“I said enough!” His voice thundered, but then he exhaled in frustration.
Kara’s gaze shifted to me. She tightened her fist, and for the first time,
