Seraphina POV
Kai was not what I expected.
On the drive there, I had already pictured what he would look like after Mary told me he used to work in intelligence. I imagined a serious-looking man, the type that barely spoke and made every silence feel heavy.
Instead, Kai looked more like a retired librarian.
He was a small man, probably in his late fifties, with reading glasses resting on his forehead and a cup of tea sitting on the table beside him, already getting cold.
When I walked in, he stood up, shook my hand once, and pointed to the chair across from him like we were about to have a normal conversation.
The room itself was simple too.
It was one of those office spaces people rented for just a few hours: plain walls, a small table, two chairs, and no windows. Mary had chosen it carefully. There were no cameras in the hallway and no reason for anyone to notice who came in or out.
I sat down and placed the folder on the table. Then the flash drive beside it.
