EMBER’S POV
“Knox.” I grab his wrist, yanking him back with all the strength I have. “Knox, don’t.”
He’s trembling under my grip, vibrating with barely contained rage, his golden eyes locked on Harrison with murderous intent.
Harrison doesn’t even flinch. He sits there, wine glass in hand, watching the Lycan King snarl at him like he’s observing something mildly amusing.
Unbothered. Unfazed. Like he wouldn’t care if Knox actually did tear him apart right here in this dining room.
“Sit down,” I whisper urgently, tugging at Knox’s arm. “Please. This is what he wants. Don’t give him the satisfaction.”
Knox doesn’t move.
“Neutral territory, remember?” I force a smile that feels like a lie on my face. “It’s in the past now. I’m okay. I’m right here. Please, Knox. Sit down.”
For a long,
