CHAPTER 68

Vanya's POV

Tara nodded quickly, her fear evident in every movement. My stomach churned at the sight. I couldn't stand seeing Tara so scared, and I hated the power Cian still wielded over those around him.

I stepped forward, my voice firm. "Cian, leave. Now."

He turned his gaze back to me, amusement flickering in his eyes. "Or what? You'll throw me out?" His tone was mocking, but there was a sharp edge to it.

My jaw tightened. "If I have to. You've made your point. Now leave before I call security."

Cian's expression hardened, and for a moment, I thought he might retaliate. But then he smirked, stepping away from Tara and making his way toward the door.

"You think you've won, Vanya?" he said, his voice low. "You're playing a dangerous game. Remember what happened the last time you defied me."

My chest tightened at the memory, but I stood my ground. "| don't care. Now get the fuck out of my office."

Cian gave me one last look, his eyes burning with unspoken threats, before he turned a