STONEVALE PACK
There was no mistaking it.
The threat sat there, clear and deliberate.
Janet didn’t move.
Didn’t step back.
But something in her expression changed.
“Are you threatening me?” she asked.
Her voice was quiet.
“Yes,” Darren said.
There was a brief pause.
“And if you fail me,” he continued, his tone lowering further, something darker settling into it now, “you’ll regret ever getting involved in this.”
He held her gaze deliberately.
“Regret ever crossing me.”
The air between them was thick now.
“How dare you,” Janet said.
The calm cracked.
“In my own chambers?” she added, her voice rising just slightly, her eyes narrowing as her temper burned beneath the surface. “You walk in here, uninvited, careless, loud—”
She took a step toward him.
“And then you threaten me
