Neo’s POV
The dining hall was silent, save for the distant clatter of dishes being cleared away. My grip tightened around the delicate stem of my wine glass, my patience hanging by a thread.
Sky had been back for less than a day, and already she was making me look weak.
I exhaled slowly, forcing myself to keep my posture relaxed, but inside, I was seething.
The way she walked into dinner—smirking, dishevelled, deliberately testing me in front of my pack—was infuriating. And that wasn’t the worst part. No, the worst part was how they had looked at her.
They weren’t just amused.
They were watching.
Assessing.
Wondering if maybe, just maybe, my control over her wasn’t as absolute as they once believed.
And that? That was dangerous.
Sky had always been trouble, but this—this was diff
