"Kael? Why would Kael have anything to say about it? I don't think he even has time to keep up with all the rumors..." Dora frowned, her brows drawing together as she met Rafael's questioning gaze. There was something in his expression—an edge of worry that made her pause.
"Are you sure Kael doesn't know about the rumors?" Rafael pressed, his tone just a bit too cautious.
Dora shrugged casually, but her mind was already racing. "Honestly, I have no idea. He hasn't mentioned anything to me."
Rafael hesitated, his wariness deepening. "You two haven't been talking?"
Dora glanced at him, her tone light as she tried to diffuse the tension. "We talk every day. In fact, around this time—" Her words trailed off as her phone vibrated on the table, the screen lighting up with Kael's name. With a mischievous grin, she held it up for Rafael to see. "Speak of the devil."
