Malrik’s POV

The moment I stepped into my office, I found Ashuriel and Vladan already there, waiting. Their expressions tight with frustration, edged with concern, and tinged with disbelief spoke volumes. The sight almost made me laugh.

Two grown men losing their heads over a woman. A Delta, at best.

I ignored their brooding silence and crossed the room to the bar cart in the corner. I poured myself a generous glass of whiskey, the amber liquid catching the light as I swirled it lazily. ...