Jayden sat by the edge of his desk, his fingers drumming against the polished wood. The room was silent, but his head was anything but. The words from the call still echoed inside him.
Royce...
Of all people, it had been him. Not an old ally, not one of the underground contacts, not even a spy from another nation, but Royce.
The very man who had spent years mocking his pain, who had sworn to make his life a living hell back in the days of Sky High University and almost made that a success.
Yet here he was, alive after exile, reaching out across the shadows with information no one else could provide.
Jayden leaned back in his chair, rubbing his temples. How did he even survive the exile? How is he walking freely on Earth again?
He pushed the thought aside, for the bigger question pressed down on him harder. Why me? Why does he care to pass this message to me, of all people?
