Devali's Deception: Vivianne's Misery
But my expression shifted instantly into a cold, dangerous glare.
“I am still the daughter of Vladimir Devali — and who are you?” I asked, stepping closer. “Just another elite guard, nothing more.”
Before she could answer, I kicked her square in the jaw. She stumbled backward and fell onto the sofa, clutching her now‑crooked nose.
“Speak to me with disrespect one more time, and I will feed you to the sharks.”
I pulled a dagger from behind my back and drove it hard into the cushion right beside her thigh. She screamed as the blade sank deep into the fabric. None of the other guards dared move — they were clearly terrified.