Chapter 86

No one spoke. Even the air seemed to be still.

Cormac turned his gaze to the window, the soft sunlight now dulled by gathering clouds. His reflection stared back at him—haunted, older than his years, and burdened by choices he could never undo.

The last of the afternoon sun sliding through stained glass and painting the floor in bruised colors. Tiber sat with his hands folded on the heavy oak tab