We were sitting across from each other at his massive mahogany desk, the heavy silence of the office wrapping around us like a shadow.
Drakon leaned back in his leather chair, resting his forearms against the desk as he looked at me.
"So, Roman's mission was nothing," he said smoothly. "I was going to let him in either way because we need to follow him to meet his buyer. We had intel that there has been human trafficking going on, and all the trails are leading back to Roman... and the academy."
My jaw dropped, a cold wave of shock washing straight through me.
"What?" I breathed, staring at him. "The academy?"
"I'm not sure if they are newly involved or have always been," Drakon continued, his tone dark and calculated. "But I still need more proof, and that's why I need you. If the ac
