Silence.
Heavy.
Oppressive.
The kind of silence that comes before violence.
King William’s expression darkened instantly, his aura shifting, growing heavier, more dangerous, more lethal.
For a moment—
It truly looked like he might walk out of that room and start executing people without trial.
And perhaps—
A few hours ago—
He would have.
But now—
His mind was clear.
Fully clear.
And that made him far more dangerous.
“They should be afraid,” the King said slowly, his voice low, controlled, far more terrifying than his earlier rage. “Very afraid.”
Caleb gave a slight nod.
“Yes,” he agreed. “They should.”
The King turned fully toward him now, his gaze calculating despite the fury still simmering beneath the surface.
“Did you discover anything else?”
Caleb leaned forward sli
