Liv’s POV

Back at my office, the sound of the clock ticking echoed through the otherwise silent office, reminding me that time was slipping away.

My fingers ached from the long hours of using my pencil. But I couldn’t afford to mess this up.

Kaelon’s expectations hung over me like a dark cloud, and no matter how much I hated to admit it, the pressure felt like a heavy weight on my shoulders.

I had promised to deliver, and deliver I would.

The sketch pads on my desk seemed endless, spread out like a labyrinth of paperwork and design plans. I shuffled through them, scanning for errors and double-checking every...