Gaya's hands clenched into tight fists, her body tensing with barely contained rage. The audacity of Abran's demand had ignited a fiery anger within her, and she was moments away from leaping across the room to teach the elf a lesson he would never forget.
Although outwardly calm, Michael had a storm brewing in his eyes—a lethal intent that flickered dangerously. Despite his inclination to maintain composure in such situations, the protective instinct of a husband was forcefully surfacing.
"No deal," he stated icily, his voice cutting through the tension-filled room. He made it clear that any further provocation from Abran would result in severe consequences.
Perhaps sensing the imminent threat or simply dismissing them in disdain, Abran tossed the globe back at Michael.
"Then get out of my sight," he sneered, his arrogance undiminished.
