Fifty-Eight
“Hello, brother. It’s so nice to finally see you.” Christian breezed into Callen’s office like the hallways belonged to him because, technically, they did. The heavy oak door hadn’t even finished swinging shut behind him before his voice had already cut clean through the conversation Callen was having with one of his commanding knights. The knight, older, scarred, and far too used to violence to startle easily, stiffened anyway. Callen didn’t bother looking up from the reports spread across his desk. “You may go,” Callen said, cold and final. The knight bowed once and retreated, closing the door with careful quiet. The silence that followed was the kind that always lived around Callen lately. Christian sauntered deeper into the room and threw himself into the chair opposite the desk, s
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