Kael’s POV
The guy lunged at me without warning, fist c****d back.
But before his knuckles could come anywhere near my face, my hand shot up, catching his wrist mid-swing. I twisted ithard.
A sickening crack echoed, followed by his howl.
“AHHH!—damn it! Let go!”
My voice came out cold, steady. “I can take a lot of things… insults, threats, even your sorry attempt at a punch. But nobody—” I tightened my grip until he dropped to one knee— “nobody talks about my family.”
The sound of heavy boots thudding down the hall broke the moment.
“Kael! What the hell is going on here?”
The supervisor’s voice cut through like a whip.
I released the man’s arm, watching him stumble back, clutching his wrist like it was about to fall off.
“You—” he spat, eyes burning, “follow me. Now.”
I didn’t m
