Axel’s POVI didn’t come here planning to be calm.Heck, I came here expecting blood, some damn explanations, or at the very least—Alexei tied to a chair and being tortured to his limits just to break through my walls.What I definitely didn’t expect was… this.Brielle stood by the table, her posture composed and straightened, and the expression on her face unreadable as she ran a hand through her hair. Alexei, the supposed prisoner, hovered beside her like a man who knew he’d already signed his own death warrant and was just waiting for his time to come.I barely even registered that, when my gaze moved quietly to a freaking teapot steaming between them, alongside the few cups laying next to it untouched.Everything looked…. civil here.That was the word that hit me first.Civil.My jaw tightened.My eyes scanned the room on instinct—corners, exits, windows. The same old habits are taking over again. The necessary ones. I catalogued security placement without thinking, noted how clo
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