Victoria's eyes narrowed, turning into cold blue slits that could freeze sweat mid-drip. She leaned in closer, her breath hot against Nash's mouth.
He could feel her heat, the tension coiling in her shoulders like a spring about to snap.
"Destroy the team?" she repeated, her voice a lower. "You've got balls, Blaze, I'll give you that. Not only to fill those bitches like pastries. Coming in here, spinning this bullshit after I catch you snooping. You think I'm stupid enough to buy that you're here to 'help'?"
Lina's grip on his arm tightened. She pressed closer, pulling him a little.
"Nash," she murmured. "You gotta have a plan, right? Don't... don't piss her off more. She's gonna kill us if you keep talking like that."
As if backing her, Dahlia stepped half a pace forward, standing beside Nash and Victoria.
"Blaze, stop. This is too much. Ma'am, he's just… he's worried about the team. We can bench Jinzo, talk to the guys, keep it together. No need to—"
