Finnick's gaze turned cold as it landed on Yasmin.
It wasn't loud, but the shift in him was enough. The air tightened, pressing down in a way that made it hard to breathe.
Yasmin felt it too.
She took a small step back, her confidence slipping for a moment.
"Ms. Ziller," Finnick said flatly, his expression unreadable, "that's enough for today. We'll talk some other time."
Her face froze.
She hadn't expected that. Not after everything that had just happened.
Her eyes flicked to me, sharp and accusing. In her mind, I was the reason. If I hadn't appeared, things would have gone exactly the way she planned.
I could see it in her expression—frustration, disbelief, and wounded pride.
But Finnick didn't spare her another glance.
"Let's go," he said to me.
And just like that, we left.
—
We exited through the back, avoiding attention.
