C7 (Dontrell’s POV). The meeting, part 1.

"Hours of talk, and the loverboy here still thinks peace will save us," Clayton growled, his eyes cold. He sat opposite me, alongside my father, his demeanour as sharp as a blade, and the way his eyes settled on me made it clear who the insult was aimed at.

"For every action, there’s an explanation. If the Regent infiltrated our warehouse, there must be a reason—perhaps he was threatened