The sun had long set over the capital, leaving the King family estate bathed in a quiet, ink-black darkness.
Killian didn't return to his own home.
Honestly, he hadn't for the past few months or so.
The heavy doors of the Severine's mansion creaked open, welcoming him with the same favor.
His day had been too long and exhausting.
He had spent the last five hours dismantling a corporate coup orchestrated by his cousin.
His suit jacket felt heavy, and his necktie choked him.
The moment he stepped into the grand foyer, he subconsciously called out, "Severine?"
His deep voice echoed into the expanse of the house.
There was no reply. At least not the one he wanted to hear. Butler Sigmund was there to attend to him.
Killian waved his hand, not having any appetite.
Left alone, he paused in the middle of the living room, his sharp eyes scanning the dim surroundings.
