Chase POV
The silence is deafening as I stare at Dhalia, still chewing her pasta like it’s the most riveting thing in the world. Jax looks equally stunned, his jaw tight, eyes flicking to me as if asking, Did you hear what I just heard? I’m not sure whether to be angry, impressed, or just plain exasperated. Maybe all three.
“You switched to the injection?” I finally say, breaking the silence. My tone is calm—too calm—and I know it’s unsettling her because she won’t meet my gaze.
“Yup,” she mutters, not daring to look up. Another bite of pasta. Another excruciatingly slow chew.
Jax snorts, leaning back in his chair with his arms crossed. “You do realize that’s the equivalent of starting a war and then pretending you don’t know why everyone’s mad, right?”
Dhalia finally looks up, giving
