Control Before Chaos [Part-2]
His eyes sharpened.
"It's about control."
Silence hung thick. Not a soul risked breaking it.
Clutching the table's rim, Johny's grip turned fierce, his fingers pale like frost on glass - yet silence stayed put. Up went Ronan's spine, rigid, chin forward, a quiet storm banked behind steady eyes. Not even Black shifted, though stillness wasn't his usual tune.
Beyond their feelings on the matter… what he said held truth.
Worse still, it only added to the problem.
Back against the chair, Leon shifted just enough to show he was always further along than the rest. His pace unhurried. A quiet kind of control lived in that small motion.
"You don't need to prepare the army."
A silence followed. Way too still.
A flicker of surprise crossed Johny's face. Had he heard that right? His voice wavered slightly when he spoke again, questioning the words just said. The idea hadn't landed yet, hanging oddly in the air between them.
