Liora’s POV
The air in the room seemed to thicken after Rowan’s blunt dismissal. My pulse thundered, but my face stayed still, controlled. If he thought one cutting remark would send me reeling, he underestimated me.
I steadied my breath and folded my hands, nails pressing lightly against my palm. “If you think it’s a mess,” I said evenly, “then show me. Point out exactly where the flaws are.” I said, gritted my teeth as I shot him an angry glare. Was he just doing all of this to get to me?
His eyes flicked with interest, a flicker too quick for anyone else to notice. He leaned back in his chair, posture deceptively casual. “You want me to dissect your work in front of your people?” He said so casually, with his brows slightly raised.
“Why not?” I kept my voice calm, I didn’t
