ALEXANDER
The documents on my desk blurred together after the third page.
Land disputes, patrol rotations, supply counts.
I leaned back slightly, gaze drifting toward the window instead. From here, I couldn’t see the training ground… but I didn’t need to.
I knew what time it was.
The door opened without a knock.
It was Cole.
He stepped in casually, shutting the door behind him before dropping into the chair across from me like he owned it. One ankle rested over his knee, posture loose, expression mildly entertained.
“You look deep in thought,” he said.
“I usually am,” I replied dryly. “Report…”
His lips twitched faintly. Straight to it. He expected nothing less.
I sat up. “How did it go?” I asked.
“He was at the training ground,” he began.
My gaze sharpened slightly.
“And?” I
