She wouldn’t put it past Obsidian to start a fight with either of them. She gripped him firmly, ready to tackle him if he tried to stand. He had no idea how important both of them were to his future life at the NSO. “Please,” she whispered, leaning into him. “Let me handle this and just be quiet.” Rage flashed in his glare. “Do you trust me?” It hurt, seeing the indecisive expression wafting over his face as he debated the answer. “Yes.” Relief swept through her. “Thank you.” She relaxed slightly but kept hold of him. She gave her attention to the two men who settled on the couch across the coffee table from them. Justice appeared a bit stunned and Fury stared, his expression grim, at her hands gripping Obsidian’s arm. They might be checking on the newest member of the NSO but she had a sneaking suspicion it was about her fate. Justice confirmed it when he spoke. “We held a meeting this morning about what you did, Allison.” He paused, holding her gaze. “Your plan worked.
