NIKO'S POV
Early in the morning we settled in the office and caught up with work. I perched on the edge of a sleek mahogany desk, reviewing all the documents that General Erastus had submitted from the army barrack, plus the registration of all the slaves that had chosen to stay in Sith Castle.
Silas sat across from me, his gaze intense as he scanned a pile of legal documents. I watched as his fingers moved with practiced ease over the pages, marking important points with a pen as his hair fell in loose waves around his face, giving him an air of effortless sophistication, though his focus was anything but relaxed.
