TIARA THORNELLS
It was starting again.
The two of them were once more exchanging heated words. Their eyes are cold and unrelenting, locked in a silent battle of wills, and even without shouting, the tension between them was suffocating.
I could already feel the headache coming.
“Zatan,” I said gently.
The moment my voice reached him, he turned to look at me. His entire focus shifted.
I noticed right away how his expression softened. The harsh crease between his brows eased, and the sharp glint in his eyes dulled into something calmer. The way he looked at me now was different, steadier, and softer.
I let out a small breath of relief.
He always listened when I intervened.
“If you’re only going to argue,” I said softly, keeping my tone calm. "Then it would be better if you just s
