C16 FOR YOU

Valen stepped out of Henry’s house, the evening air brushing past as he adjusted the cuffs of his coat with deliberate ease. The wind caught the edge of the fabric, letting it billow gently around his legs. He paused on the top step, then turned halfway toward Henry, his voice low and unwavering.

“Consider it done… nephew,” he said with a faint smirk tugging at his lips