Nothing Stays Buried Forever

Jaxon

Maybe it was just me but the halls of the estate were unusually quiet tonight. No guards at my door, no Cassian lurking, no Elvira stealing glances when she thought I wasn’t looking. Just pure silence. 

I walked slowly, my bare feet brushing against the cool marble floors as I made my way toward a place I hadn’t dared step into for months.

Callen’s room.

I stopped at the door, my hand hovering over the doorknob like it would burn me. The paint was still the same shade of blue. His nameplate hadn’t been removed, and the faint scent of his cologne somehow still lingered...