PENELOPE'S POV ~
Alistair slowly lowered a book in his hand, placing it on Giovanni's table before returning to the chair where he had vanished. He raised a brow at Giovanni, who still aimed the gun at him, but Giovanni refused to lower it.
"Would you let me do my thing by telling your 'big dog' of a mate to lower his damn gun? I need to concentrate," Alistair snarled. When he turned to me, his eyes softened.
Giovanni scoffed. "Do whatever bullshit you want. We're waiting. Don't tell me what to do!" he spat back.
Alistair grumbled but remained silent, turning his focus to the book on the table.
Alistair's demeanor shifted as he placed his hand on the book and closed his eyes. An ominous aura seemed to surround him as he started chanting in a devilish language. "Drakus ama'ar se'kala d
