Chapter 137: Soft-hearted

The morning sun had barely finished rising when Keegan stood before the tall mirror in his room, fastening the cufflinks on his black dress shirt with precise, practiced fingers. The softness from the day before lingered faintly in his chest, but it was now buried beneath a colder calm armor he wore well.

His tie hung loose around his neck with jacket slung over one shoulder. He looked like a man ...