LEANDER'S POV
The guards stepped toward me, but Gareth held up his hand, stopping them. “Wait.”
For a moment, he just watched me in silence. His face twisted, turning red, his jaw tight, his eyes dark with fury. He leaned across the desk again, his voice low and venomous.
“You think this is a game, don’t you?” he spat. His hands shook with anger. “You think you can walk in here, kill my men, and take everything that belongs to me, and just… get away with it? You really think I would let you go just like that, that I won’t fight back?!”
I tilted my head, studying him the way you’d study a spoiled child throwing a tantrum. Because that was exactly what he was right now, even if he didn’t realize it. “Your men?” My tone was calm and unbothered. “Or Kaia? Which one is this really about, Al
