Kylo wanted to laugh at how riled up she got over one chair. There were more pressing matters than an easily replaceable, and not entirely necessary, piece of furniture. Still, he held his ground, her wrist tight in his grip and his eyes nearly drilling holes through her.
And her words? Her lip? Her sheer audacity to address him in such a way? That would not do. He was the one in charge. He was the leader. Not her. And so why did she feel like she could address him as if she were the one in charge? It would not do.
Without a thought, Kylo firmly grasped her jaw with his other hand. “You have not seen my rage yet.” His forced dropped into a harsh whisper. “You are truly testing my limits right now. Commanding me, mocking me, over a damn chair.” He took deep breathes as he fought the urge to do with the lightsaber what he thought before.
“I think the First Order has more pressing matters than your precious chair.” He didn’t let go of Reveille quite yet. He didn’t plan to until she backed off on her words and stayed in her damn lane. “Do I make myself clear?”
Minka greatly enjoyed listening to the standoff between Kylo and Reveille, but like Schaeffer, she also wished to make an escape before things escalated even more, and they brought them in to their fight. She didn’t sign up to deal with Kylo’s moody ass. But she long knew about Reveille’s stubbornness.
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Lavinia swallowed her urge to snicker at Hux’s disdain for his suit. A man so used to order and regulation, wearing anything else was probably foreign to him at this point. She even pictured him wearing it to bed. Maybe there was already a betting pool on that.
“I can try, but she’ll probably not have her named attached if she were the owner and illegal matters were being conducted behind closed doors.” While she spoke, Lavinia pulled up several searches on the establishment, all mentioning how it serves as one of the finest lounges for Danon’s elite. She knew very little about the elites of the planet, even though her mother was born there. She never talked much about her own childhood.
The fact that if Kasabian did own it and didn’t flash her name everywhere meant that she was at least different than Anolo. And that could either be good or disastrous. Further digging and she pulled up some deeper files. “I can’t find much, but some reports definitely point in her direction.”
So they had to be on their best behavior. No swindling her like she did with Anolo.
And her words? Her lip? Her sheer audacity to address him in such a way? That would not do. He was the one in charge. He was the leader. Not her. And so why did she feel like she could address him as if she were the one in charge? It would not do.
Without a thought, Kylo firmly grasped her jaw with his other hand. “You have not seen my rage yet.” His forced dropped into a harsh whisper. “You are truly testing my limits right now. Commanding me, mocking me, over a damn chair.” He took deep breathes as he fought the urge to do with the lightsaber what he thought before.
“I think the First Order has more pressing matters than your precious chair.” He didn’t let go of Reveille quite yet. He didn’t plan to until she backed off on her words and stayed in her damn lane. “Do I make myself clear?”
Minka greatly enjoyed listening to the standoff between Kylo and Reveille, but like Schaeffer, she also wished to make an escape before things escalated even more, and they brought them in to their fight. She didn’t sign up to deal with Kylo’s moody ass. But she long knew about Reveille’s stubbornness.
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Lavinia swallowed her urge to snicker at Hux’s disdain for his suit. A man so used to order and regulation, wearing anything else was probably foreign to him at this point. She even pictured him wearing it to bed. Maybe there was already a betting pool on that.
“I can try, but she’ll probably not have her named attached if she were the owner and illegal matters were being conducted behind closed doors.” While she spoke, Lavinia pulled up several searches on the establishment, all mentioning how it serves as one of the finest lounges for Danon’s elite. She knew very little about the elites of the planet, even though her mother was born there. She never talked much about her own childhood.
The fact that if Kasabian did own it and didn’t flash her name everywhere meant that she was at least different than Anolo. And that could either be good or disastrous. Further digging and she pulled up some deeper files. “I can’t find much, but some reports definitely point in her direction.”
So they had to be on their best behavior. No swindling her like she did with Anolo.