#Chapter47

Cain sat at his desk, his feet resting on the wooden top and his hands rested behind his head. His muscles flexed, the definition in his biceps was more vivid. My breath caught at the sight before me.  

He didn’t move. “What can I help you with, Freja?” Cain asked, almost sounding annoyed. 

I stood there contemplating whether or not I wanted to tell him about Calyx; he has a right to know. But what danger would that put him in? What if the man in this room was working with Calyx?

I needed to do more digging first. “I was just wondering if I could go do some...