Avery Lane lifted her brow slightly, her expression calm but carrying a chill sharp enough to cut through the air.
“Go ahead,” she said coolly. “Touch him if you dare.”
Rob Greene narrowed his eyes, irritation flashing across his face. “And who the hell are you supposed to be?”
Before Avery could answer, a young man stepped forward abruptly. His movement was swift and decisive. The sound of skin striking flesh echoed sharply through the room as his palm slammed across Rob Greene’s face. The blow sent the man’s thick cheeks quivering, his head snapping sideways under the force.
“Watch your mouth,” the young man snapped. “Do you have any idea who you’re talking to? This is the newly appointed Commander of the Shieldhall of Redharrow.”
The moment those words landed, the atmosphere shifte
