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CHAPTER 90

KAELON'S POV

The antique clock on the wall ticked louder than usual, each second dragging its heels like it was in on some twisted joke.

I sat behind my desk, elbows braced on the armrests of the leather chair, my fingers drumming a slow, erratic rhythm on the polished mahogany surface.

She'...