Kaelan

“Get the convoy ready. We leave in three minutes,” I said into the phone, instructing my head driver.

Lazarus walked into my office.

“Off again?” He asked me.

“It’s closing time, Laz,” I answered him.

“You have been rushing home pretty early these days, Kaelan,” Lazarus said carefully. “Is there something I need to know?” He asked.

“Something like what?” I asked him.

“I don’t know, you tell me,” Lazarus said.

He was driving at something, and I knew it, but ...