Lailani's pov
The constant tension with Zior was gnawing at me, and today I’d hit my limit. Every day, she found some new way to needle me, pushing just hard enough to make my jaw clench but never enough for a full-blown confrontation. Her insults, her glares, her snide remarks—she seemed to live for it. And now, I couldn’t escape her even in my own room.
I made my way to Aziel’s office, each step heavier than the last as I steadied myself. I needed to leave the packhouse and find some peace and distance. I’d kept my composure for too long, but if this continued, I couldn’t guarantee I wouldn’t snap.
Taking a deep breath, I knocked on his door. “Come in,” Aziel’s voice sounded through the heavy wood, and I pushed the door open, stepping inside. He was seated behind his desk, head burie
