Book 2, Chapter 68

Chapter 68

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Alessa sat quietly across from Rican, trying to steady her nerves. It was odd how calm Rican seemed. She had braced herself for anger, maybe even yelling or accusations. But instead, he sat silently, watching her, his eyes focused and dark in a way she hadn’t seen before. It was a strange mix—calm on the outside but carrying a hidden intensity, like a storm waiting to break. For a moment, she almost wished he would shout, even throw something, anything to break the heavy silence between them. But he just stared.

He finally spoke, his voice low and controlled. “You were saying something. Complete your sentence.” There was an edge to his words, a tone that made her feel more like a stranger than his wife.

Alessa swallowed hard, her throat dry as she took out the file she had brought with her. Slowly, she placed it on the table between them. Rican’s gaze moved to the file but with no sign of curiosity. His expression didn’t change; his face was a blank slate.

“What