Syria’s POV
“This meeting is adjourned.”
“But—”
“I said this meeting is adjourned.”
No one else made a move. They just stared for a second before standing up and leaving. Slowly, the room emptied.
Then one of the guards approached us, “We’ve successfully imprisoned Lok,” he reported.
Kael’s eyes flicked toward him, a mix of relief and satisfaction crossing his face. “Thank you for this.”
The guard nodded, then left without another word.
I turned to Kael, “I know you’re just trying to look out for me,” I began, “But I don’t want you raising your hands or shouting at your people just because of me. I need you to calm down.”
He looked at me, and I could see a flicker of frustration in his eyes. “Because I’m so sick of it. They’re always suspicious. I can’t stand it anymore.”
He lean
