"No."
The word hit the air like a hammer.
Florian froze for a split second, disbelief flashing across his face before the frustration burst out of him.
His palms slammed down against the polished wood of Heinz's desk, the sharp sound echoing through the room.
"What?" he demanded, his voice rising. His chest tightened with anger and something far more painful beneath it.
Heinz's brows furrowed in surprise. "Florian, why are you upset? This isn't a matter we should even be talking about right now."
'Is he joking?' Florian's thoughts were sharp, burning. 'How could he not know why I'm upset?'
"You were aware of this before," Heinz continued, confusion creeping into his tone. "You seemed fine with it, I just—"
"That was before there was imminent danger after me!"
Heinz's voice rose slightly, frustration slipping into it. "There's always been imminent danger after you!"
