Martin looked Miguel over with a sneer and said, “You really are as arrogant as they say. The audacity—to just walk in here and demand your sister like you own the place.”
Miguel stood in the center of the room, completely still. His coat fluttered slightly as a gust of wind crept in through a nearby c***k in the wall, but his gaze didn’t shift. Calm. Cold. Steady.
“Audacity?” he echoed with a dry scoff. “No, Martin. Audacity is thinking it's safe to get my attention with your half-baked threats and desperate tantrums. You attacked my people. You almost killed Cole Anderson. And now you want to act like I’m the one crossing the line?”
Martin’s smile was thin, forced. “Cole got in the way. Not my problem. He shouldn’t be so loyal to someone who doesn’t deserve it.”
Miguel’s jaw tightene
