Gina's heels clicked sharply against the floor as she burst back into Leander's office. Leander sat behind the desk now, his broad shoulders tense beneath his tailored black shirt and jaw clenched so tightly the muscle ticked.
"Why did Nikos look like he wanted to tear your throat out?"
Leander exhaled as he rubbed a hand over his jaw. "Nikos is mad about the deal with Nightwalker. He thinks I'm selling Vessara off like cattle."
Gina scoffed, the sound low and dismissive as she walked further into the room. "Of course, Nikos Lykaion always has an opinion about everything you do. As if he's any better." Her voice dripped with contempt, but her eyes softened as she walked closer to the desk. Her hips swayed beneath the tight pencil skirt that hugged her curves.
Leander heaved a deep sigh and leaned back in the swivel chair, the leather creaking under his weight.
