Kayden's POV
The polished mahogany of the private conference table felt like a cage. Across from me, some impeccably dressed man droned on about quarterly projections and market saturation.
While both my brothers looked like they were engaged, I couldn't breathe.
I held up a hand, cutting the client off mid-sentence. I signed quickly to Keith, my fingers moving with a sharpness that betrayed my calm exterior. [Air. Need a moment.]
Keith's eyes flicked to me, instantly reading the tension I was trying so hard to suppress. He gave a tiny, almost imperceptible nod. Kieran shot me a questioning look. I just stood up and walked out, leaving the hushed silence of the meeting behind me.
The hallway was a blur of muted gold wallpaper and polished marble. I strode past a bellman carrying silver trays, past a housekeeping cart, past a concierge who offered a polished, "Good afternoon, sir." I ignored them all, my focus turned entirely inward, my hands shoved deep in my pockets.
