Lisa's POV
As I storm out of the conference room, my blood is boiling. That arrogant piece of s**t Magnus had the nerve to threaten me with the damn cells. Like hell he will. Lock me up? Over what, exactly? Please. He forgets who the f**k I am.
I head down the long hallway, boots echoing on the stone floor, toward the back lot near the old storage facility. My heels grind with every step like I’m stamping out my rage.
On the way, I replay the meeting. Not that it mattered, except for him. That new man—tall, quiet, handsome as sin. Looked like that one human actor—hell if I remember the name—but he had that same clean-cut, dreamy look. Soft. Sweet. Naïve. Just my type. I wonder what he’d taste like. Bet I could ruin him in the best way.
I keep walking past the clearing where the old co
