Taash turned her attention to Rook one hand on her hip, the other casually resting on the haft of her axe.

She exhales sharply through her nose. “Wow. You really walked in here like that and thought no one was going to say anything.”

Her head tilts, judgmental and unapologetic in her voice. “Do you even know who’s paying the price for whatever it is you’re chasing? Or is that someone else’s problem?” Taash stepped closer—not threatening, no, just invasive. “Because I’m tired of cleaning up after people who think intentions matter more than consequences.” A sharp smirk nearly mocking. “So go on. Explain yourself.” “I love hearing how people justify doing nothing.”