Chapter 32 Force of Will

Rowan

I close the door to my office and turn back just as Nathaniel Hale offers his hand.

I take it.

His grip is firm. Measured. Not the kind of man who overcompensates.

“Hale,” I say.

“Ashcroft,” he replies easily. “Been a while.”

“It has.”

He looks exactly the same as the last time I ...

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