Chapter 97
- Aaron’s POV
- The late afternoon sunlight filtered through the tall glass windows of my study, painting golden lines across the hardwood floor. I leaned back in my leather chair, a tumbler of bourbon in hand, not because I needed it, but because it added something familiar to the space.
- Ryan and Dante sat across from me, both perched on the edge of the couch like they were waiting for news I hadn’t yet dropped.