For a moment, I nearly forgot about Cyrilla. It wasn't until I spotted her trying to slip away quietly that I realized she hadn't been caught up in the chaos.
"Stop right there, Cyrilla!" I barked. "Where do you think you're going?"
She froze, like a deer caught in the headlights, slowly turning to face me. Colton immediately got up from his desk and stepped in between me and Cyrilla, blocking my view of her escape.
I pushed past Colton, not letting him stop me. "Pull another stunt like that or disrespect me and my orders again, and you'll find yourself back in the dungeon," I warned, my voice low and stern. "Do you understand?"
"Okay," she replied, her tone lackluster, shrugging her shoulders nonchalantly.
I wasn’t satisfied with that. "Use your words, Cyrilla," I insisted, crossing
