"...Nobody leaves until I figure out what the hell is actually going on,"
Selaphiel declared, her voice cutting through the tension like a blade. She stood with squared shoulders, chin slightly raised, trying her best to appear composed and authoritative.
In most circumstances, it would have been the correct move—decisive, commanding. But considering the status of the man she was addressing, her timing was dangerously misguided.
Even so, no one blamed her for the misstep. It was an impulsive outburst, driven by emotion rather than calculation. And who could fault her for that?
After all, they'd just been subjected to a flurry of cryptic insinuations and half-formed revelations—pieces of a puzzle that didn't quite fit.
Secrets had been spilled, vague implications about her father, and murky commentary about the Von Heim family legacy.
