WILLOW'S POV.
A low, deep, frustrated growl met my ears, but before he could say anything, the sound of footsteps echoed in the hallway.
The door opened, and a man walked in, a stack of files in his hands. The tension in the room snapped immedietly.
“Sorry I’m late,” the man said with a bow, his deep voice grounding the moment back to reality. “There was an issue with the border patrol report that I had to take care of.”
“It’s fine,” Atlas said, his voice returning to that cold, commanding tone I’d grown used to hearing from him since arriving here.
Atlas turned and walked back to the desk. “You’re right on time, Kade,” he said, his voice calm and steady. Then he glanced at me. “I believe you haven’t met Delta Willow yet.”
Kade turned toward me. His dark eyes studied me for a brief m
