His eyes flickered briefly to Julian, but they quickly returned to April, lingering there for just a moment too long. The intent in his gaze was clear—there was no mistaking what he wanted.
"I'll give you 10 minutes to start. And if you fail to do so, I'll begin with what I have planned for you, and I promise you, it won't be pretty. No mercy. Not a single ounce."
The words hung in the air, sharp and heavy, as though they had the weight of a thousand threats behind them.
Julian's heart pounded in his chest, but he refused to show weakness, refusing to give Ross the satisfaction of seeing his fear.
He clenched his fists, but the unease still crawled through him like a creeping sickness.
"Fuck you! Just get this over with and take us back!" Julian spat, his voice trembling with restrained fury. His chest heaved, each breath feeling like it was being sucked out of him.
