Chapter Seventeen – Fractures
Jalen
The fire in his office had burned low, filling the air with the scent of ash and pine. Jalen leaned back in his chair, a tumbler of whiskey in his hand, staring into the dying flames. Chelsea paced behind him, her silk nightgown swishing with every sharp turn.
“So she’s alive.” Her voice was icy, her delicate hands fisting at her sides. “Not only alive, but tucked neatly away in Melting Moon territory. Good riddance, I say. Let Tristan Walker deal with her pathetic sob story.”
Jalen swirled his drink. The amber liquid caught the firelight, but he didn’t answer.
Chelsea stopped pacing. “Good riddance,” she repeated, louder this time, almost demanding. “Jalen, you should be relieved.”
He took a long sip instead of speaking. The burn slid down his
