Seven months had passed since the darknet servers went up in smoke, and for the first time in my life, time felt slow and sweet.
Everything had been perfect. My relationship with Drakon was stronger than it had ever been, built on a steady, unshakeable foundation that didn't rely on adrenaline or survival. He had even moved out of his quarters and into my room so we didn't have to walk through his main office suite just to get to the bed.
My days were simple now. I spent most of my time lounging around the compound or helping out down at the training grounds. I still made sure to train at least once a day—old habits died hard, and there was no way in hell I was going to let myself get rusty. Meanwhile, Drakon had finally started delegating, letting Bastian handle more of his day-to-day l
