Soren – POV
The office was a mess, buzzing with tension. People tiptoed around me, subtly dropping hints and questions: When will Raisel be back? We need her to move forward. I knew they needed answers from her, but I wasn’t about to push. She deserved space—time to heal. Losing someone is one thing, but watching a man die in front of you, a man you once cared for? That’s a whole other kind of trauma.
Me? I felt the opposite. There was a sense of calm in knowing one of the bastards was finally out of the picture. Dead and gone.
Still, the work couldn’t wait. I stepped in, made a decision on her project. It was something Raisel would’ve approved of—or at least
I hoped so. I couldn’t let the deadline slip.
It was late when the call came. I was sitting at my desk, nursing a cup of lukew
