As Asher, Noah, and I sat in the office, the air thick with tension, we quietly contemplated the implications of Jackson's relentless surveillance. The flickering fluorescent lights above cast eerie shadows on the walls, where our chaotic notes were pinned—evidence of our frantic efforts to make sense of it all. Suddenly, a loud thudding reverberated through the room, jolting us from our thoughts.
Asher rose and strode towards the door, his expression hardening as he pulled it open to reveal Cole, who stood there with an exaggerated air of mock indignation.
“I’m sorry to interrupt you, your highness,” he drawled sarcastically, the corners of his mouth twisting into a smirk. “But am I allowed to return to my room now?” The bitterness in his tone hinted at the previous night’s confrontatio
