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Chapter eighty-five

Caleb’s POV

I was tired.

Tired of pacing up and down the length of my office, wearing a hole into the carpet.

Tired of overthinking, working myself into a state.

Three, short raps sound on the door drawing my attention and I drop a sigh of relief.

"Come in." I take my seat, dropping mine behind into my leather chair. While the door opened to reveal my special guest, I grabbed a bottle of whiskey, removing two glasses from the fridge as ice.

"Lock it," I ordered Alec who did as I ordered without asking questions.

When he was seated, I leaned forward to jerk the blinds closed, paranoia working its way into my mind.

Alec shifted in his seat, looking uncomfortable with my actions but like a good soldier, he didn't say anything.

"I need you to do something for me and I'm telling you because for now, you're the only one I can trust with this," I slide straight into the reason I'm bringing him out here. His relaxed posture fades, and he straightens up looking alert.

"Of course Sir, anything
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