Taste of Defiance

POV: Dante

The meeting inside Cassian’s massive office was a storm held in abeyance. We had narrowly survived the warehouse explosion hours ago, leaving the smell of concrete dust and blood lingering in the back of my mind. Now, the aftermath demanded strategy. Cassian paced behind his heavy oak desk, dissecting territorial lines. Marcello leaned against the bookshelf, throwing out dark, mocking