Drakon took a single, smooth step forward, his polished dress shoes making no sound against the thick carpet. His dark eyes locked onto mine, cold, predatory, and absolute. "Let's go."
"I'm not going anywhere with you, assholes," I hissed, backing toward the edge of Edna's desk.
Every instinct I had was screaming at me to run, but every exit was dead. My heart hammered against my ribs like a trapped bird, the adrenaline washing over the dull ache in my head and turning my vision hyper-focused. I didn't care that I was outmatched. I didn't care that my wrist was throbbing in a tight compression wrap. I was an Academy operative, not a pet, and if I was going down, I was going to make every single one of them bleed for it first.
I felt the sudden shift in the air a microsecond before it ha
