Chapter 91

• Rose's POV
• Damian’s smile curdled into a frown. “Who the hell are you?” he snapped, venom sharp in his tone. The arrogance in his stance hardened; he stepped forward, the threat sliding from his feet to his voice.
• Kavian did not hurry. He walked slowly, each step measured, like someone unwrapping an argument. The crowd parted in a hush. When he spoke, his voice was flat and steady—no grand flourish, no boast—only a cold statement that landed like a stone.