Chapter 162 Makers Of History

• : : : Kieran : : :
• I step into the grand room, and the air shifts immediately. My boots echo against the marble floor with each step I take, a slow, deliberate rhythm that commands attention. Yes. All eyes are on me.
• At the long table, they’re all waiting for me. Deon Garamond sits at the head, his presence unmistakable — broad-shouldered, dressed in a dark suit that does little to hide the predator beneath. His calculating eyes lock onto me with an unsettling mixture of amusement and suspicion, his lips curling into a smug smirk as if he’s already won.