Tracy stepped out, her heart pounding as she faced the convoy parked at the gates. Dozens of men, some tattooed and fierce-looking, stood silently, awaiting orders.
At the forefront stood Zaiden, his muscular frame exuding a commanding presence. His piercing gaze locked onto hers as she approached.
Swallowing her nerves, Tracy forced herself to bow slightly. “Mr. Zaiden, I owe you an apology. It was wrong of me to use your men without proper permission. I—”
Zaiden raised his hand, silencing her. His tone was firm but devoid of anger. “No, Madam Tracy. Don’t apologize. If anyone owes an apology, it’s me. You did nothing wrong.”
Tracy blinked, caught off guard. “But I—”
“Enough,” Zaiden interrupted, his voice softening slightly. “You took my men and put them to work, that is the right t
