Chapter 155
- Brayden leaned back against the plush leather couch in his expansive living room, a glass of whiskey in his hand as he swirled the amber liquid absentmindedly.
- Across from him, Ryder sat with one ankle resting over his knee, his expression thoughtful as they discussed their next course of action.
- The room was dimly lit, the low glow from the fireplace casting flickering shadows against the dark walls.