Luke's POV
Tyler, with his trademark smirk, seemed unfazed by the tension. Jackson, the mediator, followed, providing a buffer between the conflicting energies of Tyler and I.
"Make yourselves at home," I said, gesturing toward the chairs in front of my desk. "I'll join you shortly."
As I closed the door, I took a deep breath, attempting to compose myself. Tyler's methods were effective, but the brutality of his interrogations always made me uneasy. However, the situation demanded urgency, and I knew Tyler's unique set of skills might be the key to unraveling the mystery surrounding the rogue.
I'm on my way to grab the file I've put together on the rogues when I bump into Danielle. "Oh hey," she says, a shy smile playing on her lips.
"Hey yourself," I respond, feeling that usual spark
