Kael’s POV
I resumed work two days after Sienna and I returned from the resort. Part of me had expected to find everything in chaos. I thought news of the bounty would have spread through Silverlake and turned every familiar face against me. I expected the workers to stare, customers to cancel their orders, and officers to appear at Kael’s Woodworks with some ridiculous order demanding that I shut everything down. None of that happened. Darius had kept the territory under control. The workshop sounded exactly as it had before I left. Machines hummed, wood scraped against sandpaper, and the scent of sawdust filled the air. Marcus had managed the place well in my absence. Every order was accounted for, the workers had stayed on schedule, and no one behaved as though anything had changed. Fo
