Jaxon
The box sat in the center of my desk. Wrapped in a matte-black paper with a blood-red ribbon that someone took their damn time tying. I stared at it for the longest time. My name wasn’t even on it, but I knew it was meant for me. With steady fingers, I untied the ribbon and lifted the lid.
Inside was a single cream envelope, light and embossed. Kailuxe’s insignia glinted in gold foil, two dragons wrapped around a serpent. A gala invitation. My pulse kicked. There was no message, no name, but I didn’t need one.
This was his way of saying, Come find me. And I would.
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It didn’t take much effort to get through the doors of Kailuxe. They knew who I was. Cameras flashed as soon as my boots hit the marble floor, each step echoing louder than the music drifting through the glass atrium
