Keon’s POV:
The corridors feel lighter than usual tonight, yet the stone walls still manage to press in on me.
Torches flicker along the length of the hall, their glow shifting like restless spirits. Every step I take echoes far louder than it should, the scent of cedar lingering in the air, an unwanted reminder that Derrick has returned.
The fact irritates me in ways I do not care to examine. My mind refuses to settle around his presence, refuses to accept that he is once again under this roof, breathing the same air, walking the same halls as though nothing has changed.
As though the last day has not happened.
My jaw tightens.
He arrived without warning. No mindlink. No courtesy. He simply walked through the gates as though nothing in this territory required acknowledgment, as thou
