Natasha's POV

Silver’s cold gaze meets mine, her eyes devoid of any emotion. I notice that Lily, who had been engrossed in her chicken feast, abruptly stops eating, sensing the tension in the air.

“Natasha,” Silver’s voice cuts through the silence, her tone measured and detached. “Lucien has been looking for you.”

Her words hang in the air, and a sense of unease settles within me. Silver’s behavior is unusually distant, and I can’t help but wonder what has transpired to cause this change in her demeanor. I’ve always relied on her as a trusted confidante, but now her unreadable expression leaves me feeling uncertain and on edge.

Silently, I bow my head in acknowledgement, offering a wordless thanks to both Silver and Lily. Their presence, though fraught with an air of tension, still provides a modicum of comfort amidst the turmoil that surrounds me. With a sense of duty, I turn to leave the chamber, my thoughts filled with questions about Lucien’s intentions.

As I make my way to Lucien’s room,