KANE

The library doors swung open before I could even reach the handle. Rohan stood there, his face looking like it had been carved out of granite, his eyes sharp and unforgiving. He didn’t wait for me to speak. He just turned and walked back toward the center of the room where the senior members of the board were already gathered, huddled like a jury.

"Sit down, Kane," Rohan commanded, gesturing to the empty leather chair at the head of the long table.

I stayed standing. "It's nearly ...