Hard.
Then—
“You don’t follow orders well, do you?” he asks.
I almost smile.
“No.”
Another beat.
Then—
“Fine,” he says.
Again.
Too easy.
Too smooth.
“We work together.”
I don’t relax.
Not even a little.
“On my terms,” he adds.
I shake my head once.
“No,” I say. “On equal terms.”
His eyes narrow.
This time, it’s real.
This time, I pushed back just enough to matter.
Good.
Because I’m not backing down.
Not for him.
Not for anyone.
Not when it comes to them.
I glance back at Aspen.
At Dylan.
At grandpa.
Then back to the man in front of me.
“This isn’t just an operation,” I say quietly.