SEAN EDINS THREATS

I watched Milan as she led me into the opulent living room, the grandeur of her home doing little to ease the tension between us. I could still feel the anger simmering beneath my skin, each step fuelled by the knowledge of what Maxwell's betrayal meant. Once we were settled, I didn't waste any time.

"Milan," I began, my voice sharp and unwavering, "there's something you need to know. Maximillian Theo is not just any contact. He is the head of security for Armand Inc. and the right-hand man for Armand James. My enemy and the man I detest the most in Utah"

Her eyes widened slightly, but she quickly masked her reaction with a controlled farcade. "What does that have to do with me?"

"Are you deaf? You are not listening?" I yelled at her.

Milan's expression shifted to one of guarded curiosity. "And why should I believe you?"

I leaned in slightly, making sure my words carried the weight of my warning. "Don't test my patience, Milan."