Killian
It was late by the time I returned that night, weary from a long day, and I expected Elena to be waiting for me at the mansion. Whenever I worked late, she was there, waiting for me by the door with my slippers and a glass of whiskey. She always wanted to hear about my day, rub my shoulders and listen to my troubles.
But that night, she wasn’t waiting for me. She didn’t even seem to be home.
Was she out? Or perhaps sleeping early again? Maybe her illness had returned after all.
Or was she still in her foul mood?
I didn’t have a chance to check her bedroom, however, before one of my subordinates, a Gamma named Henry, approached with something in his hand.
“Sir,” Henry said, bowing his head respectfully, “there’s something you must know.”
I resisted the ur
