Syria's POV
“Kael, enough already. They had enough.”
He had to stop making a commotion.
He glanced at me, and in an instant, the fury in his eyes faded. His shoulders relaxed slightly as the stress eased from his body.
“Please…” I smiled at him and then took his hand.
He blinked multiple times. He tightened his jaw. He is reluctant, yet after staring at him for an extended period, he surrendered.
“Fine…”
He stood up straight, surveying the room with his icy stare that caused others to retreat immediately. No one had the courage to speak. He then glanced at me and whispered, “Let’s go.”
So, I allowed him. He took my hand and guided me out of the banquet hall. The thick doors shut behind us, blocking the sound and the uncomfortable glances from the onlookers.
We entered the lounge o
