Nevara
By the time I settled into the chair behind Thoren’s desk, the comforting warmth of the morning with the boys had faded into focused determination. The quiet laughter and promises of dinner lingered in my mind, grounding me, but the task ahead demanded clarity and resolve.
Sabrina’s absence was more than just an empty position—it was a reminder of how easily trust could be misplaced.
I studied the stack of personnel files spread across the desk, each one representing a potential candidate to step into a role that required unwavering loyalty. Initially, the sheer number of possibilities had felt overwhelming. But after hours of careful review, I had narrowed the list down to ten individuals.
Ten felt like a manageable starting point.
If none of them proved suitable, I could alwa
