KAELON’S POV
The silence in my study was a balm, at least for the first few seconds. I sat behind my desk, a whiskey untouched in front of me, the ice long since melted. The warm amber liquid looked inviting, but I knew better. I didn’t need a drink. I needed to set things right.
Some control over the chaos that had become my life.
A soft knock came at the door.
"Come in," I said, my voice as level as I could manage.
Evelyn entered, her heels muffled against the thick rug. She was poised as always, clipboard in hand, dressed in one of her no-nonsense suits. The way she walked told me something was off before she even opened her mouth.
"Sir," she said, stopping a few feet from the desk. "We have new intel. I thought it best you heard it directly."
I motioned for her to go on.
"It’s
