It was past midnight when Divit finally returned, his movements fluid and silent. Tavish had felt his presence long before the man entered the room, but he didn’t let his attention waver from the cityscape outside the window. There was something calming about the night sky, the distant lights flickering like stars, but Tavish’s mind was elsewhere—focused on the task at hand.
Divit stepped into the room with a grace that mirrored Tavish’s own, closing the door softly behind him. He didn’t speak immediately, his eyes scanning Tavish for a moment before landing on the chair opposite him. Tavish didn’t need to look at him to know what he was thinking. He had already sensed the arrival of news.
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