The air in the war room turns even more volatile, heavy with the sharp, metallic tang of rising tempers and unadulterated terror.
“The decision is not made!” Jade’s voice cuts through the room like a razor blade. She pushes off the table, her stilettos striking the hardwood floor with violent precision as she strides directly into Mayhem’s personal space.
Her posture is rigid, her tight clothing framing a stance that usually radiates effortless, lethal confidence. But as she stops inches from my brother’s massive chest, I see it: the tiny, uncontrollable tremor in her lower lip, the slight flare of her nostrils as she struggles to suck in air.
“You are not doing this, Mayhem,” Jade snaps, her eyes flashing with a dangerous, wild heat. “You are not taking three high-ranking members to pl
