Thoren
The office felt strangely quiet after the call ended.
Not silent.
The castle was never truly silent. Guards still moved through the halls. Staff still worked through the night. Somewhere beyond the windows, the city continued living its life beneath the darkness.
But the tension was gone. For the first time in months, the tension was gone.
I sat back in my chair and stared at the satellite phone resting on the desk.
The settlement had been secured.
The Purists had been found.
The threat hanging over my mate and unborn child had finally been dragged into the light.
Not destroyed completely.
There would still be investigations. Interrogations. Trials. Relocation efforts. Months of paperwork and decisions and consequences.
But the danger itself?
The danger was over.
A slow
