A powerful presence entered the room, each step sharp, controlled, and heavy with fury.
"What the hell is going on here?!"
Darius's voice thundered through the hall. There was no mistaking the raw anger in his tone or the cold authority layered beneath it. The energy shifted instantly.
Every head turned as he stormed into the room, his eyes scanning the wreckage, spilled juice, and food splattered across the floor before landing on the five girls sprawled across the ground. Victoria included. His gaze narrowed.
"What is this?" he snapped, his voice icy. "A playdate? Do you think this is your home, where you can act like spoiled brats?! This is a training facility, not a goddamn circus."
One of the girls, the purple-haired one scrambled to her feet, pointing a trembling, accusatory finger at Victoria, desperation rising in her shrill voice.
