Chapter 82

  KAELON’S POV   The early morning sun streamed through the large windows of my bedroom, casting long, golden streaks across the floor. I adjusted the cuffs of my crisp, tailored shirt and straightened my tie, forcing myself to focus on the task at hand. Today was not just another day. Today, I was setting things in motion.   I turned toward the door, where one of the house servants stood patiently, waiting for my instructions.   "Take this to my car," I ordered, gesturing toward the small travel bag beside me. "Put it in the trunk."   The servant nodded, picking up the bag swiftly before heading downstairs. I exhaled, rolling my shoulders back to relieve some of the tension building in my body.   But there was one more thing I needed to do before I left.   Aaron.   As I walked down the hall, my footsteps were muffled by the thick, ornate carpet. The air felt heavy, charged with the kind of energy that only existed before a storm. I pushed open his bedroom door without knocking.   Aaro