Both Lorcan and Jeanine, engrossed in their individual schemes, remained oblivious to each other's clandestine intentions.
Inside the room, the crackling fire contributed its lively chorus, punctuated by the distant rumble of thunder outside. Raindrops began their gentle percussion against the windows, a precursor to the burgeoning storm that soon enveloped the surroundings.
The atmospheric symphony echoed the brewing tension and unspoken secrets, encapsulating a moment poised on the brink of revelation and veiled intentions.
At present,
In front of the grand gates of the academy, a carriage pulled up, its elegant design obscured by the shadows of the evening.
Cloaked and hooded, Jaegar alighted from the carriage and swiftly made his way through the entrance.
The evening had settled upon the grounds, and he navigated his way to the dormitory with a determined gait.
