It was just a single look, but it hit Bianca and Isabella like a hand closing around their throats. Their laughter died instantly.
That cold, dead-eyed stare sent a visceral chill through their bodies, freezing the smug expressions right off their faces.
It was a conditioned reflex by now—an instinctual, deep-seated terror of Serena.
"Did you forget what Graves just said? There are no cameras here." Serena, of course, wasn't about to correct their misconception.
She let out a low, breathless laugh. The sound was chilling, completely devoid of warmth or amusement.
Taking a slow, deliberate step forward, she closed the distance between them. "Where exactly do you find the courage to keep putting yourselves in my line of sight?"
Bianca's face drained of color.
Both women instantly stumbled back two paces, their complexions turning a sickly, ashen gray.
They were genuinely terrified that Serena was going to beat them to death right then and there.
They had assumed that without cameras, and with Graves backing them, Serena was trapped. They thought they held all the cards and could torment her however they pleased.
But they hadn't factored in just how terrifyingly capable Serena was in a physical confrontation.
Even Graves, a massive man, had been completely crippled under her heel. If Serena decided to turn her sights on them, they wouldn't even have a chance to scream for help.
Unless they made enough noise to alert the federal security perimeter—but by the time the guards arrived, Serena could have easily snapped both their necks.
"Get out," Serena said, the words dropping like ice.
Bianca and Isabella didn't hesitate. They practically tripped over themselves as they turned and fled with their team in tow.

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