Alex was seething with frustration, his meticulously crafted plan now a mere casualty of the incessant posturing. It was as if his efforts had been flushed down the drain.
Since these women couldn't be talked with, without having to throw out threat after threat, to keep them in line, he no longer had the desire to speak with them. He would rather wipe them out and be done with the problem altogether.
Surprisingly, or rather, unsurprisingly, Kary was the one to cut away his anger.
"Send White back, Alex. This isn't the way to handle them," she urged, her hand on his forearm, a stark contrast to his boiling anger.
Alex looked at her, and saw her serious gaze, as her eyes were locked on Amara, and he sighed loudly.
