Tyler's POV
Walking into the building felt like stepping into a dream I hadn't dared to imagine.
Han's hand brushed mine as we entered, casual but grounding. The last time I was in this place, it was chaos blood, sirens, betrayal, Azazel's screams echoing through my memory like they just happened five minutes ago. But now, the marble floors shone again. The receptionist smiled. The name "HanTech" sat proudly on the wall. Whole. Unburnt. Alive.
We were back.
The staff meeting was held in the main hall. Rows and rows of suited people, some new, some familiar, all buzzing with whispers and hopeful glances. Han walked ahead like he owned the air around him, and well he did. I took a seat toward the front, trying to play it cool even though my palms were sweating through the damn seams of my blazer.
