Kael
After I stormed out of Charis's room, I made straight for the terrace at the back of the house.
It overlooked a small garden that was so perfect that it felt artificial. The hedges were trimmed into perfect angles, and the flowerbeds were arranged in a way that didn't seem right for the flowers, but somehow it worked.
For some reason, I felt jumpy and scared. My hands were shaking, and I couldn't catch my breath properly. I opened the top buttons of my shirt and sat on the small stone steps, taking in deep breaths while my mind worked through what I was seeing.
One thing I've learned in this line of work is that people's true nature often manifests in the details others miss. That is, you don't find a person's weakness in what they show you; it's in what they don't realise they're showing.
The shape of their house. The way they spend their money. The things they surround themselves with when no one is watching, and how they treat those beneath them.
