"I choose Ronan," I said, meeting Landon's gaze with deliberate defiance.
The clearing went silent. Even the birds seemed to stop singing, as if nature itself held its breath in anticipation of the Lycan King's wrath. I'd deliberately provoked him, choosing his closest guardian over him for our little game.
Landon's jaw tightened, a muscle twitching dangerously at the corner. His gray eyes hardened to the color of storm clouds, darkening with barely contained fury. But he didn't explode like I expected. Instead, his lips curved into a smile that sent chills down my spine.
"Very well," he said, his voice deceptively soft. "Remember this moment, little crow. Remember it when I catch you."
My heart skipped a beat. There was something far more terrifying about this controlled anger than his usual explosive rage. This was calculated. This was a promise.
"Excellent choice," Regina said, sidling up to me with a wicked grin. "The king could use some humbling."
