Avery’s POV
Kieran was dragged into Aidan’s office, his wrists bound in silver restraints that burned his skin. But did he look guilty? No. Did he look even slightly ashamed? Absolutely not.
He smirked, his arrogance as thick as the tension in the room.
Aidan sat behind his desk, his expression calm, but I could see the quiet storm brewing beneath the surface.
"I have clear evidence and a confession that you broke into my office a few days ago," Aidan said, his voice as sharp as a blade. "Do you admit to your crime?"
Kieran scoffed. "Crime? I wasn’t aware that stepping into a building I used to have free access to was a crime now. But then again, I shouldn’t be surprised. You always were one to overreact."
Aidan’s golden eyes darkened, but he remained eerily composed. "You also went
