Darius's grin vanished, his hand tightened into a fist. "Say that again, Zack. I dare you."
Kelvin intervened, resting a hand on Darius's arm. "He is not worth it," he murmured. To Zack, he said, "We did what we had to and that is all that matters."
Zack's smirk widened. "Sure, that was a lucky shot. Just don't get comfortable. The real threats are still out there, and they won't fall to a rag tag trio."
He turned on his heel and melted into the crowd, leaving a bitter taste in the atmosphere. Lyra leaned close, her voice was a whisper. "He is an ass, but he is not wrong. We can not let this to be our peak."
Kelvin nodded, his eyes tracked Zach's retreat. "We won't let our victory get to our head. But tonight, we will celebrate."
The hall was filled with energy as the night deepened. Musicians struck up a lively tune, pipes and drums weaved a rhythm that drew tamers to the floor.
