It was professional. Polished. Perfect.
Clearly, Calden had his fingerprints all over it.
She could recognize his style anywhere—efficient, direct, emotionless.
She handed the tablet back to Gwen, who asked, “Do we need to issue a response?“
Zarelle considered for a moment, then shook her head.
“Nah, I don“t think so.“
Why bother? The apology spoke for itself.
Responding would just prolong the conversation, keep the drama going.
Better to let it die down naturally.
Gwen hesitated, concern etched on his face. “How“s your wound holding up?“
Apart from Gwen, no one knew about her injury—she“d scraped her elbow when Calden tackled her to the ground earlier that morning.
She“d told everyone else she was fine, brushed off their concerns.
Instinctively, Zarel
