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Turning Tides

Author: J. T. Night
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For a minute, Knox could hear the white cat clock on the other end of the room tick away as if it were right next to his eardrums.

He stared into Victor's overly rugged and masculine face, wondering what devil rose from hell into the man to ask him that fucking question.

Cold sweat slid down his neck. The question was absurd. Everyone had the same thoughts about the captain. The captain couldn’t be so fucking blind not to see their loud opinions on their faces every single morning call.

Knox detested the man, and it was no secret. But something inside told him not to put that feeling into words, not here, not now.

The look in Victor's eyes was concerning. They took on an edge he was familiar with. A glint that tingled his fear sensors and made him stand even straighter at attention.

He knew that look too well. The offensive pressure in the room weighed on his shoulders like an anchor. He swallowed silently but stood his ground.

Victor's dark brown hair was always a bit tousled, but ra
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