Ryan paused mid-step, and his brows furrowed. "What are you doing here?"
But instead of answering him, Delyth's gaze was fixed on Zenith, glowering as if the mere sight of her was an affront.
Zenith shifted slightly in discomfort under her stare but maintained her composure, offering a polite smile. "Ms. Ember," she greeted in a calm, professional tone, just as she would always do.
She did not know much about Delyth, but she knew one thing —Ryan cared about her more than he cared about any other woman. That alone was enough to make Zenith treat her with courtesy. Not because she wanted to, but because her position demanded it.
Delyth didn't return the greeting. Her eyes remained cold, as though she harbored a deep, burning grudge.
"Delyth!"
Ryan called her name again, clearly disliking the way she was looking at Zenith. He stepped between them, blocking her line of sight. "I asked you —why are you here?"
