Kael's POV
I sat quietly at the back of the Cullinan, the leather seat cool against my palms as the city streets rolled past outside. The morning was well underway now, the sky a clear stretch of soft blue, the sunlight catching on the glass towers as we passed.
But my thoughts weren't on the city.
They were on her.
On the sister I had only saw once as a baby. On my mother — the woman I never truly knew — and the story I had heard earlier today that still refused to leave my head.
I adjusted the cuff of my shirt, plain and clean, and glanced down at my trousers. Nothing fancy. Just enough to look decent. I had learned the hard way my first day here that a suit and tie were pointless — instead of an office job, they had thrown me behind a counter like some rookie.
"Brandon."
Lucas's voice cut through my thoughts.
I turned to look at him, one brow raised.
"Kael Brandon?" he repeated, almost amused. "Really? That's the name you answer to now?"
