Dominic’s POV
The sound of my pen scratching across paper was the only noise in the office. I didn’t even bother lifting my head when the knock came on my door.
“Come in,” I said simply.
I already knew who it was. The earthy, dry scent that followed the knock was one I’d never forget. A scent that reminded me of old scrolls buried under ash and stone.
“Greetings, Master,” Arin said as he walked in. His voice was low and firm, and he bowed slightly, just enough to show respect but not weakness.
I didn’t stop writing. “You decided to come back.”
“I had to. Things… have gotten worse.” He stood tall in front of my desk, not saying more until I looked up.
But before this, just minutes earlier, the building had grown quiet the moment he stepped inside.
I didn’t even need to glance at the
