Chapter 73 – Ember
"Wow, according to your resume you're really good," I murmur, flipping through the crisp cream-colored file on my desk.
I glance up from the papers to the woman sitting across from me — Willow. Her posture is perfect: back straight, arms folded neatly in her lap, knees crossed at the ankle. There's a calm confidence to her, but something too still about it, like she's rehearsed this whole interaction in front of a mirror. Polished, sweet. Almost too sweet.
But the reality is I need help. The rogue attacks, the paperwork, the ceremonial duties, the endless council meetings. I've been stretched thin, and I can't keep running on fumes. I need someone loyal and efficient, someone who can manage the chaos and keep me grounded. My own Tristan.
