“SOMETHING ABOUT this does not sit right.”
The words sat heavy in the air after I spoke them, like smoke that refused to clear.
Ayden did not answer right away. He stood across from my desk, arms crossed, weight shifted onto one leg, watching my face the way he used to when we were kids and he wanted to know how far he could push before I snapped.
The throne room was quiet for once. No laughter from the common area. No music bleeding through the walls. Just the low hum of electricity and the steady tick of the clock mounted above the liquor cabinet.
The club could feel tension. It always could.
Ayden finally exhaled. “I was hoping you would say that.”
I leaned back in my chair and looked at the paused frame on my tablet. Jeremiah’s face frozen mid turn. A blur at the edge that was su
