Thoren
The second the interrogation room door opened, Kael stopped walking.
Not dramatically enough that most people would notice, but I did. His entire body locked for half a heartbeat before going unnaturally still beside me, and the moment I looked into the room, I understood why.
The resemblance to Reddick was immediate. Not exact enough to mistake one for the other, but unmistakable all the same—same auburn hair, same sharp bone structure, same eyes.
Except where Reddick had always looked polished and calculated, this man looked like he’d walked straight off a beach somewhere. His dark hair was shaved underneath and the rest was long enough to be tied back in a loose, messy bun, several strands already escaping around his face. And instead of carrying himself with Reddick’s smooth
