The silence that followed my ultimatum was absolute, heavy enough to crush the very air out of the room.
I kept my chin held high, my chest heaving with shallow, rapid breaths as I stared directly into the eyes of the deadliest man in this city. I had just threatened to walk out of his life for real this time, and I knew exactly what kind of fire I was playing with. Men had been executed for simply looking at Asher Reed the wrong way. Yet here I was, a civilian, a surgeon, standing in his private study and tearing down his absolute authority over a school registration form.
