The Haven's air felt heavier tonight, the gray walls absorbing the faint clink of dishes and the hum of unresolved tension.
Kael leaned against the dining table, his hazel eyes flicking between the kitchen and the locked front door, his mind a tangle of thorns.
Lightning Lass's exit had left a crack in his plans—her refusal to bring more villains wasn't just a setback; it was a chokehold on the Haven's future and the way she acted tonight was a bad sign.
As of now, he needed a new pipeline, fast, and Harris's name surfaced like a lifeline.
The supervisor had pull, contacts, maybe even a way to skirt the authorities.
But Harris wasn't a pushover; he'd demand answers and explanations, and worse he would pry deeper into his ways and the progress like a third eye and he would hate it.
A problem for tomorrow.
Liss herself was another beast—a ticking bomb, her jealousy over Rhea's rise and her suspicion of Freya's change making her unpredictable.
