Kael stood in the training room for a few seconds after the call ended.
The bracelet dimmed on his wrist, leaving only the quiet of the penthouse around him. Morning light came through the reinforced glass in broad, clean bands, stretching across the polished floor and the equipment he had been using. Below, the city moved with its usual impatience, unaware that one of the most dangerous men in the country had just asked to meet him.
Asher Vylan was at the Association.
That meant he had heard something.
Maybe from CIU. Maybe from someone inside the police chain. Maybe one of the reports about the murder had brushed too close to Kael's name before it was buried. Vylan could have come because he knew Kael had been there that night. He could have come to check whether the loose end had a face. He could have come to threaten him, quietly and politely, with that shining public smile of his.
But that did not fully fit.
If Vylan wanted to threaten him, he could have come here.
