Rowan's pov"No," I snapped, my voice dropping into an icy, dangerous register that made her freeze. "Give me breathing space, Sasha, and get out of my fucking sight." Sasha blinked, recoiling as if I had physically struck her. The tearful panic on her face vanished, replaced by a sudden, sharp look of cold resentment. Her jaw clenched tight, and without another word, she let out a loud, dramatic sob, turned on her heel, and stomped furiously out of the room, slamming the heavy door behind her.Once the echo of her footsteps faded, Calvin let out a long, heavy sigh, leaning against the edge of my desk."Do you really think Sasha had a hand in this, Rowan?" Calvin asked softly, looking at me with a bewildered frown. "I mean, look at her. She’s a spoiled, self-absorbed princess. She barely understands standard pack politics, let alone how to contact high-grade, black-market mercenaries with military-spec suppression tech."I rubbed my temples, the dull throb of silver poison still achi
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