"Aydin! What the hell are you doing?!" Aldrich's voice thundered across the space, sharp, commanding, and unlike his usual calm tone.
The sound alone was enough to make Aydin's heart skip. He wasn't used to seeing Aldrich like this. So agitated, furious, not just annoyed but genuinely incensed. His eyes carried a glare that seared through the air, one so intense it sent a chill through Aydin's spine.
And frankly, Aldrich had every right to be livid.
Here he was, standing on a battlefield where the stakes weren't just personal, but continental, where entire destinies were at play. Yet in the midst of that gravity, Aydin was causing a delay, digging up the remnants of some old misunderstanding like a child refusing to grow up.
Ridiculous.
Aldrich could barely suppress the storm rising within him. There was only so much patience one could exercise. And Aldrich Aldaman had just exhausted his.
