|| KAI VAUGHN's POV ||
I found Oksana in the quiet solitude of her room, her eyes revealing a mix of curiosity and concern as she looked up from a book. The air in the room felt charged with unspoken tension, a reflection of the turmoil within me. I took a deep breath, preparing to broach a conversation I had hoped to avoid.
"Oksana," I began, my voice a blend of reluctance and earnestness, "we need to talk."
She closed the book, sensing the gravity of my tone. "What's going on, Kai?"
I paced the room, my mind grappling with the conflict between duty and personal reservations. "My godfather, our allies, they've seen the news. It's causing unrest. He wants us to present a united front, to reassure them that everything is under control."
Oksana's brows furrowed in confusion. "What does
