Tara stopped in her tracks, her gaze narrowing on Regina for a moment, before her eyes flicked back to the two men standing by the door. She barely glanced at Gustave, a dismissive glance as if he were beneath her notice, but then her focus locked onto Waldo.
Her voice dropped, cold and commanding, like a predator's growl before a kill. "I'm taking Rae with me. Do you have a problem with that?"
Waldo's lips curled into a smile. It wasn't a warm, friendly smile—it was something darker, something that promised danger. His eyes gleamed, amber and feral, and that smile, sincere yet dangerously sharp, hit Regina like a cold blade, sending a chill down her spine.
