[Ryder]
I sat behind my desk, fingers steepled under my chin, my eyes locked on nothing in particular. A deep frown creased my brow as I contemplated on all that had gone on in my absence.
The knock on the door was quiet and without moving my gaze, I called out, "Enter."
Elvis stepped inside, closing the door with a soft click. His bow was subtle yet respectful as he positioned himself a safe distance from my desk—out of my range.
"Elvis," I began, my voice low, "the boy outside. Is he the one Celeste lived next to?"
"Yes, Master," Elvis replied, his tone calm but cautious.
"And why," I continued, my eyes finally shifting to meet his, "do you seem so... protective of him?"
Elvis bowed his head slightly, a gesture of loyalty. "The boy is impulsive, Master. He cares for Ms Celeste but
