Kristopher’s POV***
I sat in my office, staring out the window at the darkening sky. The room was heavy with silence, interrupted only by the ticking of the clock on the mantel. My mind raced with thoughts of my son, Koda, and the lengths Kiera had gone to keep him from me. I clenched my fists, frustration boiling over as I thought of my father’s return from more of his meddling. I had relented, allowing him to do things his way. He promised success. I had hoped he was right.
The door opened, and Jerald stepped inside. His face was lined with fatigue and disappointment, a sight that filled me with a mix of anger and despair.
“Any news?” I asked, barely able to keep my voice steady.
Jerald shook his head. “I’m sorry, Kristopher. Kiera located our spies, and stopped our plan in its tra
