Eric and Sarra exchanged a stiff glance.
And gulped.
At the same time.
Neither dared speak.
Neither dared even breathe too loudly.
The pressure alone made their ribs tighten. Quinlan didn't need to be physically present. His voice was enough to squeeze the air out of the room.
To them, he wasn't Quinlan, a man who was multi-faceted as a person.
He was the Primordial Villain, a cruel, violent, and incredibly threatening existence.
The monster who had broken their estate in half the moment he arrived.
A sharp hum filled the study.
The air folded in on itself.
A gate opened directly in front of Eric's desk.
Garrett stepped out.
Eric's breath stopped.
Blue skin.
Familiar armor.
Sarra's longtime superior officer, now one of the villain's elite soldiers.
He carried a chest and set it on the desk. The metal inside clinked with unmistakable weight.
Eric stared at it, stunned.
Then, slowly, his mind caught up.
This was a power play.
Still having the station and representing a long line of Winterwood ancestors so long as he sat where he did, Eric opened his mouth to refuse.
But the villain's voice arrived first.
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