SOREN'S Pov
The morning after Nathan’s arrest felt unnaturally quiet.
For years, I had lived in noise, meetings, phones ringing, deals being made or broken in seconds. But today, the silence carried weight. Every shadow in my penthouse felt like a secret waiting to be uncovered. Every unanswered call from the board reminded me that the war wasn’t over. It had only changed shape.
I stood by the window, watching the city crawl awake below. Cars streamed along the highway like silver veins, people rushing into a world that never stopped spinning. And for the first time in a long while, I wasn’t sure where I fit into it.
Adrian was still asleep on the couch, curled beneath a blanket I’d thrown over him sometime around dawn. His face was peaceful, softer in sleep, the chaos of the night be
