STORM’S POV
The second Raze finishes speaking and the air changed like something inside the room had been tightened a notch too far. I can feel it before anyone even moves because men like him don’t talk just to fill silence. Drake steps forward immediately and I see it in the way his shoulders shift that he’s already past patience and sitting right on the edge of something sharper.
“Let her go.” Drake said keep his voice controlled but it’s not calm anymore.
“That’s not how this works.” Raze said not even blinking.
“Then explain how it works. Because i’m not standing here all night listening to you play games.” Drake said stepping forward.
“You always were direct. Even when it cost you more than you were willing to admit.” Raze said.
“Don’t talk to me like you know me.” Drake sa
