The air had turned ice-cold.

Every gaze in the room was fixed on me, and the surging bloodlust pricked at my chest.

Thump.

I felt my heart beat once, sharply, and moved my hand.

Flinch!

Even that small motion made them react.

Their heightened tension was palpable.

I reached out and grabbed the teacup.

Before I smashed the table earlier, I had intentionally lifted it into the air.

It’d be a shame to waste it. The food had been good, but so was the tea.

Slurp.

I took a sip, letting the liquid ease my throat.

The silence lingered.

And …