Chapter 194

Caleb's POV 

The morning sun filtered through the blinds, casting long shadows across the room as I leaned back in my chair, fingers drumming lightly on the table. 

My mind raced with everything that had transpired the night before, but one detail lingered like a dark cloud: the marks on Camila’s neck. The deep bruises, the way her eyes darted around, filled with something close to fear. 

If she thought she could hide it from me, she was wrong. I pulled myself together and headed to Rolan’s place. We had things to discuss, things that couldn’t wait. 

The walk there gave me time to clear my thoughts, to organize what I needed to say. I’d been a step ahead of everyone for too long to let my guard slip now.

When I arrived, Rolan was already waiting, pacing around his study like a predator in a cage. He always had that controlled energy about him, like he could explode at any second if provoked. As I entered, he paused,