Dante's heavily armoured convoy cleared the main iron gate at precisely 12:17 PM.
The moment the vehicles vanished from sight, Caius retreated straight to his private office. He stood at the glass window for a chaotic moment, staring at the empty courtyard. He sat down at his desk. He stood up immediately.
This behaviour was entirely new: this frantic, internal inability to remain still was a symptom he had never experienced in his life. He was a dominant Alpha who could sit through gruelling, six-hour high council sessions without shifting a fraction of an inch in his leather chair. Now, his skin felt like fire.
He forced himself to sit down again.
Resting on his mahogany desk was the restricted registry document he had pulled three days ago. It was still there because he hadn't decid
