~Lyra~
After restoring order in the office, I made my way toward the director’s suite—the one that would serve as Kael’s office, at least for the next few days.
I was just about to open the door when a sound caught my attention. Turning, I saw the elevator at the far end of the corridor sliding open.
A few guards stepped out first.
Then Kael.
His expression was cold, clipped—he wear that suit like it had been sewn straight onto his skin. The buttons of his shirt were undone just enough to hint at the lethal lines beneath, and yet, he made it look effortless.
Lethal and effortless.
Across the wide hallway, Kael lifted his gaze—and our eyes locked.
I offered a small smile. “Prince Kael. Your office is ready.”
The guards didn’t follow. They stayed stationed outside as Kael and I ste
