Chapter 21 The Edge Of Surrender

• The silence between them stretched like a fragile thread—tight, ready to snap. Kelly stood near the antique writing desk, the dusty edges were covered with faded papers she didn’t recognize. The room was dimly lit by a single lamp and a golden glow washing over Rowel’s sharp features as he stood across from her, hands in his pockets, watching her.
• She was trembling—not just from fear anymore, but from something else, something unspoken.
• “You’ve been keeping this room locked for weeks,” she said, her voice low but steady. “Why?”