Shattered Restraint

~Kaelen~

My glass did not survive the broadcast.

I was sitting in my biometric-locked study at the Lancaster estate, a heavy crystal tumbler of neat, single-malt scotch in my hand, when the screen flickered. I wasn't alone. Wyatt was leaning against the mahogany bookcase near the window, a folder of the Grand Prix logistics in his hands, his face tight with the same silent, simmering frustration t