The room went still.
Ray's smile died, while Sarah stopped breathing. What had the rookie just done.
Danielle stared at Makun, her eye twitching.
"What did you just say?"
Her voice was quiet, quieter than what it had been earlier. It felt as if she was restraining herself in order not to explode.
But Makun could feel it, he felt her Ashe shift. It was different from most warriors he had encountered till now, it felt pure.
This was an adept, someone who had a domain and he had just spat in her face.
He did not care.
"I said I do not fucking care about your orders."
Danielle moved.
One moment she was standing across the room, the next she was in front of him, her hand gripping his collar, lifting him off the couch like he weighed nothing.
"You want to repeat that?" Her voice was ice.
Makun's legs screamed in protest, the injuries Sarah had patched flared, but he grabbed her wrist, his own Ashe surging, red and chaotic.
"Let go of me."
