SICVC [3]

Lumine wasn't the only one to notice. Many glanced at the prince, their expressions a mix of surprise and unease.

Those closest to him shifted uncomfortably, while others looked on with curiosity.

It was disturbing.

The way he showed no emotion—his face blank, as if he had none to give.

Not in those crimson eyes.

Not in that face.

To Lumine, it felt unnatural compared to the others.

Yet.

Curiosity flickered across Amon's face for a moment before his expression hardened. He turned his attention to Jasmine, looking at her seriously, ignoring Azriel entirely.

Before Amon could speak, Jasmine's cold voice cut through the tension.

"Before we begin, Grandmaster Amon, why are government officials here, in Crimson territory, and at this meeting?"