Chapter 8: Kaelen's Questions

The oppressive, highly volatile tension in Soren's grand office had shifted. Earlier, the room had felt like a suffocating interrogation chamber, but now the temperature plummeted into a frosty, icy chill that pressed directly against Kaelen's skin like an unbearable physical weight. Her arms broke out in heavy goosebumps under his lethal, unwavering glare. Having just poured her heart out, entire