Jaxon

The clinking of cutlery and low murmurs of the council's dinner was the only sound in the room. I barely tasted the food on my plate. My mind was too consumed with everything. And now, it was Kairo. I didn’t invite him. He wasn’t supposed to be here.

Kairo swaggered into the room, his dark coat trailing behind him. He smiled as if the world belonged to him. He pulled out a chair, scraped it intentionally against the polished floor, ...