HIRAM'S POV:

When I have given the orders, I make my way to my room. I walk in to find June sitting quietly on my bed. The soft light filtering through the curtains casts shadows over her face, but even from here, I can see the tension in her posture.

My gaze lingers on her for a few seconds before she looks up and realizes I'm there.

"You are here," she mutters, her voice barely above a whisper, and I shut the door, the sound echoing in the silent room. Without hesitation, I walk toward ...