Aiden Knight's POV
"You're not taking my pills."
My voice cuts through the tension in my apartment like a blade. Marcus Wells shifts uncomfortably on the couch, his tactical vest still damp with sweat from our rooftop encounter.
"Knight, be reasonable. The military applications alone—"
"No." I lean back in my chair, studying his face. "I don't deal with middle management."
Marcus's jaw tightens. "I have full authority to negotiate—"
"You have authority to relay messages. Nothing more." I tap my fingers against the armrest. "If your people want my pills, they send someone who can actually make decisions."
The silence stretches between us. Through the kitchen doorway, I can hear Clara and Chloe talking quietly, their voices a stark contrast to the tension in this room.
"What exactly are you proposing?" Marcus asks finally.
