Milton Carroway’s voice rolled out like distant thunder.
“It’s been a while, Kael.”
He gestured toward a leather chair across from his massive desk. “Sit.”
I didn’t say a word, just walked over and lowered myself into the seat. The woman from earlier glided in, carrying a silver tray. Hawthrone, stood to Milton’s right, hands clasped in front of him like a statue, eyes tracking my every move.
The woman leaned in, filling my cup with steaming tea. She winked as the liquid swirled, but I looked away. No distractions. Not here.
Milton’s deep voice filled the room again.
“I must apologize,” he said smoothly. “I haven’t come to see you since your release from prison. I’ve been… occupied. The upcoming election, you understand. After serving at the federal level, I’ve returned to my hometow
