The look in her eyes was intense, a mixture of anger, defiance, and something else he couldn't quite pinpoint. He listened as she issued her warning, her words carrying a weight that cut through the evening air. The threat in her voice was clear – a promise that if he crossed a certain line, she wouldn't hesitate to hurt him.
"You should leave," Nesta's voice was low, controlled, her gaze unwavering as it bore into his. "I have no desire to speak with you."
Quinn's heart sank at the coldness in her tone, the walls she had erected clear and impenetrable.
The look in her eyes was intense, a mixture of anger, defiance, and something else he couldn't quite pinpoint. He listened as she issued her warning, her words carrying a weight that cut through the evening air. The threat in her voice was clear – a promise that if he crossed a certain line, she wouldn't hesitate to use the power she had discovered against him.
