When they reached the security office, Khaterine was unceremoniously seated in an interrogation room.
Her nervousness was only increased by the astringent and harsh surroundings.
The room was furnished with a single table and two seats, and every weak line on her face was illuminated by a strong overhead light.
Moments later, the door creaked open. Richard entered, his expression as cold and unyielding as steel.
His uniform was immaculate, and his commanding presence seemed to drain the air from the room. He closed the door behind him, his gaze never leaving Khaterine.
"Why were you outside my brother's office before he collapsed?" Richard asked, his tone calm but deadly.
Khaterine shifted uncomfortably in her seat, her hands twisting in her lap.
"I... I wasn't doing anything wrong," she stammered, avoiding his piercing gaze. "I just wanted to talk to him about... about my concerns regarding the academy's curriculum."
