Third person POV
The rain had finally stopped, leaving the air around Moonstone sharp and clean. Sunlight streamed through the high windows of Cassian’s office, warming the pale stone floor and the heavy oak desk that dominated the room.
A stack of reports sat half-read beside a steaming mug of tea, the faint scent of chamomile softening the sharpness of ink and parchment.
Cassian barely looked up when he heard the knock. “Come in.”
The door opened, and the room seemed to shrink.
Nolan Silver Fang had a way of filling space even when he wasn’t trying to. His presence was quieter these days, stripped of the arrogance that used to come so easily, but it carried the same weight. The kind of power that didn’t need to be spoken aloud.
“Cassian,” he said, voice steady.
“Nolan.” Cassian’s
