Tabitha’s POV

Four sets of eyes bore into me like hot coals fresh from an oven. I feel like prey trapped beneath the paws of hungry predators—except I have four of them, all staring as if waiting for me to surrender. My chest tightens, but I square my shoulders, refusing to show how much their gaze rattles me.

“Fine,” I finally mutter, glaring at Evren. “But a hundred days is too long! Let’s make it sixty.”

“Ninety-five,” Evren replies without missing a beat.

“What?” I narrow my eyes. “Seventy!”

“Eighty-five,” Reed interjects, stepping forward.

“Eighty!” I shoot back.

“Ninety. And we won’t go any lower than that,” Reed fires back...