I finished a few more easy laps, letting the cool water soothe my muscles before pulling myself out of the pool. Toweling off, I threw the dry fabric over my shoulders and headed straight up the stairs. Instead of going back to my own quarters, my feet naturally steered me down the hallway toward Drakon’s office.
The heavy wooden door was cracked open just an inch. I stepped up quietly and peeked into the frame.
"You alone?" I asked softly.
Drakon looked up from his desk, a stack of operational files spread across the dark wood in front of him. The tense line of his shoulders immediately relaxed, and a genuine, warm smile broke across his sharp features the second his pitch-black eyes met mine.
"Yeah," he said, his voice a low, welcoming rumble. "Come in, sweetheart."
I slipped inside
