"You are quite a greedy man," Dora muttered as she overheard the man talking to his partner in crime.
"Of course I am. See, I'm going to become a ghost soon. Gotta make preparations in advance, don't I?" His voice was cold, almost amused by his own twisted logic.
Before he could continue, the doors to the room burst open with a deafening crash. Startled, the man whirled around just in time to see officers flood in, guns drawn. His smug expression vanished, replaced by shock as they swarmed him, pinning him to the ground with swift, practiced precision.
"You… How did you—"
The question died on his lips as Prince Kael appeared at the threshold, his figure regal and imposing. He ignored the commotion around him as the guards quickly grabbed the man, and his gaze zeroed in on Dora lying on the bed.. His eyes softened, and without hesitation, he crossed the room in a few long strides.
