3rd person POV

The room was quiet, but Caden could not stay still.

He paced from one end of the room to the other like a restless animal trapped inside a cage. His boots struck the wooden floor again and again in a steady rhythm that showed just how uneasy he felt. His hands were clasped behind his back tightly, his jaw clenched as his mind kept returning to the same thought over and over again.

Gunnar.

Meanwhile, Cane sat on the chair near the table, his posture relaxed but his expression serious. He had one arm resting on the armrest while the other hand slowly tapped against the wood...