Chapter 92. Losing My Place

Elena’s POV

“You have to be joking,” I said, my voice shaking despite my effort to stay calm. Magmus barely spared me a glance. He looked bored, almost amused. “I don’t joke about vows or weddings, sweetheart. Now sit down. This conversation isn’t for you.”

Eric moved before I could respond. His chair scraped loudly as he stood, his presence darkening the room. “Speak to her like that again,” he warned quietly, “and I promise you won’t enjoy what follows.”

Magmus laughed, low and mocking. “Is that a threat? What are you going to do, repeat history? Storm my land like your father did?” His eyes gleamed. “Go on. I already expect the worst from your bloodline.”

“Enough!” Sara snapped, finally standing. Her voice cut sharp through the tension. I turned toward her, confused. Was this what she wanted? A fight? A breakdown? But her clenched fists and tight jaw said otherwise. She looked… hurt. Angry and tired.

Magmus rounded on her. “Why are you stoppin