"You—you did this!" Stefanos accused.
Ian raised a brow, then smirked. "Now, what are you talking about? How could I have done this? It's tempered glass, you moron. I'm not Superman."
He rose from his seat and stepped around, brushing off his pants.
Diana watched him. She couldn't look away. For some reason, she felt the same as Stefanos, that Ian had done this. Unlike everyone else, he didn't flinch when the table shattered. In fact, it almost felt like he knew it was going to happen.
But how…?
Varez pinched between his brows.
"You guys are going to have to step outside. Twenty minutes and I'll have this fixed. Do whatever you'd like in the meantime. There is a café on the premises, you can wait there while my workers clean this up."
"Alright." Ian shrugged, walking out without a glance at anyone—not even Diana. Killian followed him silently.
Diana turned to Stefanos.
"I'm…going to step out."
"You're coming with me—"
