Chapter 153

• I stared at the man sitting before me the man who so closely resembled Theron it sent a chill down my spine. Even in something as ordinary as a chair, he carried himself like a monarch regal, unyielding, a ruler confronting one of his subjects. Whenever I faced him, there was always that same commanding aura, that same quiet strength. But now, beneath the surface, I saw the cracks: tension etched into his features, exhaustion heavy in his eyes.
• I offered a crooked smile. “I was just about to leave…”
• “I wouldn’t be here if it weren’t urgent,” he said tightly, motioning toward the three-piece suite for me to sit.