Dylan's POV
Elder Charles sits across from me, his fingers laced tightly, shoulders tense, eyes hard. I can tell he’s trying his best not to look desperate, pretending like he doesn’t need anything from me—like he doesn’t know exactly why he’s here.
I smirk. “Well? Aren’t you going to say anything? I know you didn’t ask to see me just to waste my time.”
We’ve been sitting in complete silence for the last ten minutes, just staring at each other, locked in a quiet battle of wills. He hasn’t spoken a word since he got here.
If I were in his shoes, maybe I’d act the same way—especially knowing damn well I’m not going to give him the answer he came for.
“You know the reason I’m here,” Charles finally says, his jaw tight, brows furrowed.
I lean back casually. “I’m sorry, I don’t.”
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