THIRTY-FIVE
Victoria was at the center of Alpha Jenkins's war room, her fists held together at her sides.
The place was filled with the scent of blood and defeat, and the tension in the room was so much.
Jenkins sat at the head of the long wooden table, he placed his hand on the surface of the table. His face cannot be read, but the sign of annoyance in his eyes told Victoria exactly what she needed to know.
He was not angry. He was just disappointed.
"I assume this is not a social visit." Jenkins did not even look up.
"We need to strike again now." Victoria slammed her hands down on the desk.
"I already told you. We are not attacking again." Jenkins sighed, mixing up the whiskey in his glass.
That made her angrier than anything.
"This is not over," Victoria voiced out, breaking the silence.
"Yes, it is." Jenkins exhaled, slow and measured.
