Chapter 128

Jormun’s office was aglow with the soft hues of twilight, the skyline beyond its windows painting a picture of ambition and elegance. I barely had time to steady myself before the knock at the door echoed through the space, sharp and precise. Jormun glanced at me, his expression calm yet keenly aware, before he strode to the door.

The journalist entered with the kind of confidence that came from being at the top of their field. A polished individual, sharp-eyed and impeccably dressed, they radiated the aura of someone who could peel back layers without breaking a sweat. In their hand was a sleek leather notebook, accompanied by the faintest hint of intrigue in their smile.

“Mr. Gander, Miss Foxwood,” they greeted us warmly, their voice smooth but authoritative. “Thank you for taking the time to speak with Sanctuary Spotlight. It’s an honor to have the city’s most captivating couple grace our pages.” I caught Jormun’s faint smirk as he gestured toward the seating a