Chapter 6
Julian crossed his arms, his light grey suit jacket shifting slightly to reveal the subtle outline of a customized leather holster beneath his left arm.
"Time is draining away, ladies; twelve minutes remaining to pass the threshold of test one," Julian warned, checking a sleek platinum wristwatch.
Elena didn't waste another breath; she smoothly intervened, taking the baking soda bag from the boy’s sticky hands with practiced, unarguable authority.
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"We are going to channel that boundless kinetic energy into baking, not destruction, understood?" Elena instructed with a tone that brooked zero debate.
The children stared at her midnight blue attire, suddenly recognizing an alpha presence that commanded total obedience without resorting to physical force.
