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CHAPTER 152
~Snow's POV~
I set the report down, leaning back in my chair as I crossed my arms. "For what?" My tone was as sharp as the irritation burning under my skin.
This day had already started poorly; I wasn't in the mood for social niceties.
"A bit of friendly competition," Archer replied, his jovial tone doing little to soothe my mood. "We're heading to the field for some sports. It's a tradition among my team, and all the men are expected to join. It's a good way to build camaraderie."
"Camaraderie," I echoed, barely holding back a scoff. "I appreciate the offer, but I have a full workload. Perhaps another time."
I expected him to accept my polite refusal and leave, but instead, his expression shifted—his smile remained, but his eyes sharpened. The air between us thickened.
