Round 135

Halie moved to stand between them, her voice measured but unyielding. "Silra is right—this isn't working." She turned to face Jeane directly, though every instinct screamed at her to look away from those increasingly hungry eyes. "Your presence here is destabilizing things further. I think you should leave the immediate work area until we can sort this out." Jeane's expression flickered between hurt and something darker, more predatory. "You're kicking me out of my own room?" Halie held her ground...