|Kairos|
The clinking of glasses and the sound of conversation filled the air, blending with the rich scent of aged whiskey and the lingering traces of cigar smoke. I sat at a round mahogany table with Thorne, Cassius, Sevran, and Eldric Levine.
Snow had excused herself for a trip to the restroom some time ago. I had wanted to go with her—this was her first time in the hotel, after all—but she had insisted on going alone. Still, the moment Stephanie stood and casually followed after her, pretending it was for her own reasons, my tension eased slightly.
Cassius smirked as he lazily swirled the amber liquid in his glass, watching the light catch in the ripples.
“I still can’t believe it,” he mused. “Out of all of us, I thought you’d be the last to get married, Kairos. Yet, here you are—
