Chapter 97

Jayden's POV.

The scent of old whiskey and stale anxiety still clung to Jayden’s clothes from the night before, but a restless energy, fueled by fear and a need to quantify the damage, finally drove him toward his desk.

He sat down heavily, the leather chair groaning under his weight, and opened his laptop.

The screen flickered to life, bathing his face in a cold blue light, and within seconds, he understood that the minor catastrophe he’d endured had metastasised into ...