C463 The End of the Road

*Crash!*

The teacup in Brentley Caldwell's grasp suddenly shattered on the floor, tea splashing over his hand.

Sweat beaded on his forehead, his palms were clammy, and his wrists wouldn't stop shaking. He was consumed by an overwhelming panic, the pressure inside him mounting to unbearable levels.

For days on end, Miron's presence had robbed Caldwell of sleep