Jaxon’s POV
I stormed into the council chambers, not bothering to knock. My patience was thin, and I needed answers.
And there he was.
Kairo sat comfortably, too comfortably, with his legs crossed and propped up on the grand mahogany desk like he owned the damn place. His arms were folded behind his head, eyes shut in a smug, infuriating expression of arrogance. The disrespect in his posture made something inside me snap.
He opened one eye, smirked.
“You’re late,” he said casually.
I hissed, turning to Ronan instead, ignoring the bastard for a moment before I did something I’d regret.
“Where is the messenger?” I demanded, jaw clenched.
Ronan let out a long exhale and lowered his voice. “Alpha Ryn sent in Kairo. He’s the messenger.”
I chuckled bitterly, a hollow sound that echoed
