Calvin’s POV
Franklin exhaled slowly, his sharp gaze never leaving me. He had been standing at the foot of my bed for a while now, arms crossed over his broad chest, waiting for me to explain myself.
"I'll give the order for Lysaa’s release right away," he said, his voice steady but laced with curiosity. "But I have to ask—why her? Why now?"
I had expected that question. He wasn’t the type to blindly follow commands without understanding the reasoning behind them.
I took a slow, deliberate breath, my ribs aching from the effort. “There are a lot of reasons, Franklin. But first and foremost—it’s the right thing to do.”
Franklin arched a skeptical brow. “That’s new. Since when do you care about doing the right thing?”
A bitter smirk crossed my lips, but I shook my head, brushing off th
