Damon caught my eyes immediately. His sharp look carried a silent warning—one I understood all too well. I clenched my fists at my sides, my nails biting into my palms as I gritted my teeth. It took every ounce of control to suppress the storm within, to force my mana back into submission before it spiraled into chaos.
There was no room for error, no space for recklessness. Not here. Not now.
I had a plan, a careful, methodical plan that could unravel everything if I let my emotions or instincts take over. There was still far too much left to uncover, far too much to do before any confrontation could begin.
So I straightened my posture, feigned indifference, and watched with wary eyes as Zale Turquoise entered the room.