KAI’S POV.
I poured two fingers of scotch, the amber liquid catching the dying light of the sunset through my office windows. The ice clinked with a finality that mirrored my mood. The performance at The Glass House had been flawless, a masterclass in psychological warfare. I could still see the look on Veronica’s face…that toxic mixture of confusion, indignation, and, most importantly, hunger.
A heavy knock thudded against the oak door. I didn't need to check the security feed to know who it was. Arden didn't wait for an invitation, he swung the door open, his face flushed and his breathing ragged. He looked like he’d just run a marathon, or perhaps he was just vibrating with the sheer weight of the questions he’d been holding back since the café.
"You want a drink, Arden? You look lik
