Kayson's POV
I strode through the dimly lit corridors of the east wing, my heart heavy with a mix of emotions. I was about to face the one person who had betrayed me in the worst possible way, Reese.
I stopped in front of his room, my hand on the door handle. "Reese," I growled, my voice low and even.
The door creaked open, and I stepped inside. Reese looked up from his seat on the narrow bed, a sly smile spreading across his face.
"Kayson," he said, his voice dripping with false sincerity. "I'm glad you finally came to see me, thought for sec that you'd forgotten me"
I snarled, my eyes narrowing. "Don't play games with me, Reese. I know what you're playing at. Begging for forgiveness, only to start gathering people against me behind my back, just how deep does your treachery run?."
