Even after all that, Isabella still made them sit down to eat.
That part alone almost started another fight.
Cyrus was still in no mood at all. His huge red python tail had not fully relaxed, and every now and then the thick coils pressed against the stone floor with a hard sound that made it very clear how much anger still lived inside him.
His pink eyes had not returned fully to their usual softness either. There was still too much heat in them, too much fear that had turned into fury too quickly, and even though Zara was no longer in the room, the smell of danger had not left his senses yet.
So when Isabella said, "We still have to eat," Cyrus immediately looked at her as if she had just suggested something unreasonable.
"She poisoned it," he said.
His voice was lower now, but that did not make it gentler. It only made the room feel the force inside him more clearly.
