Elin’s POV：

The man who stepped through the door was Erikson.

He wrenched Lacey’s arm away from me with a cold, almost disdainful force. His expression was as dark as storm clouds when he asked, voice like a blade cutting the air, “Is this how you normally conduct your work?”

For a moment Lacey stood frozen, wide-eyed, before stumbling into frantic explanation. “Beta Erikson, I swear it wasn’t intentional. I only came to bring Elin some coffee. My foot slipped and—and the ...