Julian's gaze drifted to Lilia. He couldn't help but recall the memory of the night when he had claimed her, the moment when he had humiliated the Count in his own home.
The memory still lingered in his mind. The satisfaction of dominating her in such a way, and the silent rage it must have stirred in the Count.
Julian approached the Count and Lilia, his steps confident and measured. As he neared them, both the Count and Lilia shifted uncomfortably.
The Count's pride was completely wounded from the earlier humiliation. He forced a smile and spoke, "Your Grace, welcome to the feast." He tried to mask the bitterness that lingered in his voice.
Lilia, too, bowed gracefully, but her eyes betrayed a flicker of unease as they met Julian's.
Julian's lips curled into a smooth smile as he responded, "It's my pleasure to be here."
His gaze lingered on Lilia for a moment, before he shifted his attention back to the Count. There was an undeniable tension between the three of them.
