Kaelen's POV
With Percival neutralized and two fresh soul kisses secured, I was ready to return downstairs when the interruption came.
The knock arrived first, sharp against the wooden door. Before I could even pivot from my position, the handle twisted and hinges creaked open. Someone entered my private study without waiting for permission, stepping inside as though they owned the space.
My blood froze for a heartbeat before instinct kicked in.
I spun away from the bookshelf, away from where the wall had just sealed itself solid again. Three quick strides carried me to the desk where I snatched the first volume within reach. Some leather-bound tome documenting ancient Ironfang records. I cracked it open and forced my attention to whatever text filled the page.
Then I lifted my gaze.
Jaxson filled the doorway, his grip still wrapped around the handle. Pallor drained his usual color. His eyes stretched wide, harboring something that nearly drove me to fury.
Fear.
