Davina's POV
The wind whipped around the plaza of NEXUS Dynamics, carrying the chill of the coming evening, but it was nothing compared to the ice in Barnaby Jenkin's stare.
"We need to talk," he repeated, his voice devoid of any warmth.
I stood frozen, my heart hammering against my ribs like a trapped bird. Behind me, Chase was tense, his muscles coiled, ready to spring. Beside him, Calista looked frantic, her earlier confidence evaporating under the sheer weight of the Jenkin authority.
"I... I was just bringing him to—" Calista started, her voice shrill.
"Quiet," Barnaby snapped without even looking at her. His gaze never left mine. "I don't care about her. I don't care about your brother. I care about the fact that you have been hiding my nephew."
Chase stepped forward, placing himself between me and Barnaby. "She's not going anywhere with you."
Barnaby finally shifted his gaze to Chase. It wasn't aggressive; it was dismissive. "Look around you."
