The office fell into deadly silence.
Even the city sounds from below seemed to pause, as if the entire building was holding its breath, waiting to see what would happen next.
Shuyin's voice, when she spoke, was quiet, so quiet that everyone had to strain to hear it, but it carried the weight of absolute authority, of someone who had learned in the hardest way possible that power wasn't given, it was taken.
"Touch me again, and you won't just lose face, Zeyan. You'll lose your hands."
Her mind flashed unbidden to Lu Yuze's words, spoken with terrifying sincerity in the darkness of their bedroom, his voice a low rumble against her skin: "Any man who touches you, or who you touch, will lose his hands."
She'd thought he was being dramatic, possessive in that way powerful men sometimes were.
She didn't think that anymore. Because, he could truly be watching them... But this game was hers to play.
"Hehehe..."
