At night, I entrusted Mark with the task of eliminating Owen Glines and disposing of the body. I didn't need to be present—Mark had his own score to settle, and I trusted him to handle it cleanly.
I had also instructed my informants to ensure that Glines' family had left the kingdom before I could consider the matter closed from every angle.
Later, I sat alone in my office, the silence humming with finality. A message had just arrived—confirmation that Glines was dead and his family had been officially exiled. I leaned back into the chair, letting a quiet sense of satisfaction settle in my chest. After a moment, I rose and walked over to the leather couch tucked into the corner of the room. Sinking into it, I stretched out and let my eyes flutter shut, the tension finally beginning to ebb.
