Chapter 65 Something Is Wrong

Reed Clack of fingers on keyboards echoed in my office, filling the air with an aura concentration. Hermine sat across from me, her brows furrowed as she scrolled through endless data streams. She’d been at it for hours, her usually sharp tongue dulled by focus. I glanced over at her, the way her glasses slid down her nose and how she absently pushed them up, only for them to slip again. It was one of those rare quiet moments we hardly got these days.