The temperature in the room plummeted into something absolute and suffocating.
Drakon stood over Roman, his broad shoulders blocking out the ambient light of the office, his dark eyes burning down at the bleeding, broken mess on the floor. The fury vibrating off him felt like a localized storm, but his voice was deadly, terrifyingly level when he finally spoke.
"Well, soon there will be nobody to pay," Drakon rumbled, his boot pressing just hard enough into Roman’s sternum to cut off his raspy chuckle. "We're going for Isaac anyway."
Roman’s eyes widened, a sudden flicker of real panic finally breaking through his bloody smirk as the gravity of Drakon’s words settled in.
Drakon turned his head slightly toward the perimeter guards standing by the office doors. "Get them out of my sight.
