The moment the two younger guards shouted their challenge at Max, Nesa's eyes snapped toward them.
It wasn't just a glance. It was a cold, razor-edged glare that could have sent them scurrying back to their mothers' arms if sheer willpower alone could make it so.
Those two troublemakers… Johna and Mateo, she thought with a weary sigh. Recently they've been getting a lot of praise from one of the Chiefs. They're the so-called "up-and-coming talents" who pulled off a few assignments that turned out harder than expected. And now, because of that, they've been strutting around with swollen egos, running their mouths like they're untouchable.
Her gaze shifted briefly toward Darno, who stood at the edge of the sparring mats, arms folded with his usual smugness.
