Kaya looked at him like he'd offered her rotten meat.
"Really bad idea."
She stepped closer, gaze hard. "Now it's my turn. Where did you find those people?"
There was a pause. The kind where everyone waits for the room to change.
Liam's lips curved. "Nah," he said. "Now's not the mood. Let's talk later."
Something in Kaya boiled over so fast it didn't even show on her face at first.
"Very fine."
She grabbed his collar and yanked him forward. His body scraped the stone as she dragged him, his boots kicking, shoulders twisting.
"What are you?" he snapped, suddenly not so smug.
Kaya smiled, and it wasn't sweet. "Do you know what we do with prisoners?"
The cave went silent.
Veer stiffened. Cutie's eyes widened a fraction. Sparrow froze like he didn't know whether to breathe or run. They'd seen Kaya cold before—Mongoole, assassins—but this was different. This was personal.
