|Theodore|
I leaned back in my swivel chair, my eyes fixed on the empty glass in front of me. The amber liquid that once filled it had done little to settle my thoughts, though it had at least dulled the sharp edge of my frustration. Manuel would be arriving any moment, and for the first time, I wasn’t sure if I was ready to hear what my beta had to say.
The last month had been a whirlwind—a tangled mess of confusion, suspicion, and a growing sense of unease. Nothing seemed right anymore, and no matter how I tried to piece it together, everything circled back to one person—Camilla.
A sudden knock at the door jarred me from my thoughts. I exhaled slowly, trying to steady my nerves.
"Come in," I called, my voice calm but laced with tension.
The door creaked open, and I sat up straighter
