Adrian’s POV Caleb’s mansion has always felt different from mine. Where mine is built like a fortress....commanding, silent, cold....his is warm in a way that feels… lived in. Not messy, not undisciplined, just human. Laughter has existed here. Music has echoed in these walls. Even now, at night, the place carries a soft life to it. I sat on the long leather couch, a glass of whiskey in hand....not for intoxication, just something for my hands to do. Caleb dropped down beside me with his usual dramatic sigh. “Damn,” he muttered, stretching his back. “It’s been a while since you actually stepped foot in this place. I was beginning to think you forgot I had a house.” I let out a low breath, something like a chuckle. “It has been a while.” He grinned. “You? Sitting somewhere that’s not your office, your training hall, your car, or your misery room? It’s a miracle. I should call the council and tell them.....” “Don’t,” I muttered, my voice dropping lower. “Not today.” Caleb paused.
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