IVAN'S POV
Francis reacted first, the surprise of her uninvited appearance cutting through his voice.
"Serena, you're not allowed in here."
But of course, she didn't stop. She never did.
She was already halfway across the hall, fury twisting her face into something cruel and ugly. A nightmare in red lipstick.
She looked possessed. A bull on a mission to gore the nearest man in sight—which, by her luck, happened to be me.
"Serena! I said you're not allowed in here! This is a sacred hall!" Francis barked again, stepping into her path with arms spread wide like that would mean a fucking thing to her.
She blew past him like he wasn't even there, eyes narrowed into a lethal glare. I just arched a brow and waited to see what fresh hell she planned to unleash.
