After leaving the penthouse, Kalix drove through the familiar streets toward Rosewood Mansion.
He had originally planned to give his grandfather space—for the time being, at least. But something had shifted.
The unsettling clues from the summit gnawed at him, too cryptic to ignore. And the tailing that had been following him? That only increased his urgency.
He couldn't afford to wait for the "right time" anymore. His instincts screamed at him to act now.
The sleek black car rolled to a smooth stop beneath the imposing archway of the mansion's entrance.
Kalix stepped out, exuding an aura of raw power and focus. There was a sharpness to him, a quiet intensity that could cut through the air.
Without so much as a glance in any other direction, he made his way inside, his gaze sharp, his steps purposeful.
He bypassed the grand hall and moved swiftly toward the study.
