Connor’s breath hitched, his wolf clawing at his skin, demanding he rip the smirk off Lila’s face.
But he held himself back—just barely. He had learned long ago that Lila thrived on control and manipulation. If he let his rage get the best of him, she’d only enjoy it.
Instead, he stepped forward slowly, his voice eerily calm. “You’re going to tell me everything you know.”
Lila cocked her head, her lips curling. “And if I don’t?”
Connor didn’t answer. He didn’t need to. The air in the room thickened, his power pressing against her like a suffocating wave.
Her smirk wavered, but she held her ground.
“Tell me what you know, Lila,” he repeated, softer this time, almost dangerous in its quietness.
She let out a dramatic sigh, flicking invisible dust off her sleeve. “Fine. But if I talk, I want something in return.”
Connor’s hands curled into fists. “You’re in no position to bargain.”