Then he dragged it back under control The air was drowning in her now.
It was devastating The guards outside the door shifted too Even through stone Even through wood.
Her scent was bleeding into the corridor.
The Supreme stood slowly Not rushed, His voice was low and dangerous.
"Enough."
The generals' breathing was ragged now. One of them half rose from his seat before forcing himself back down The Supreme's gaze cut through him like a blade.
"You will sit."
The general obeyed instantly But his body was betraying him.
Hard
Feral.
The Supreme walked around the table each step deliberate he stopped in front of Felicity.
She looked up at him and for the first time
She felt small Actually small.
Because he wasn't just disciplined He was fighting instinct and winning.
Barely.
"You will not do that again," he said quietly.
"I—" her voice shook. "I didn't mean to."
He believed her that was the terrifying part He thought she was just like this.
