"This was your first and final warning," James said, and although his voice was calm, there was no warmth left in it. He slowly opened his fingers and allowed the flattened bullet to fall from his palm. It struck the concrete floor and rolled a short distance before settling, the metallic sound echoing through the warehouse far louder than anyone felt comfortable with. "You will leave now."
Kane's eyes had widened at the sight of the crushed projectile, but he was not inexperienced. He had spent years navigating dangerous negotiations and shifting alliances, and he understood when a line had been drawn too clearly to ignore. The color had drained from his face, yet he forced himself to nod with restrained composure.
