Rafe stared down at the signature line, a strange chill crawling up his spine, like a cold whisper brushing against his soul—as if someone had just walked over his grave. With the pen poised in hand, he leaned forward to sign, ignoring the feeling, when suddenly, the room erupted with a loud, jarring noise. The sound of a door slamming forcefully against the wall echoed around him, breaking the silence. Startled, he turned around sharply, only to see Kael striding inside with hurried, determined steps, followed closely by Dora, her face etched with concern.
Rafe let out a slow, amused grin at the dramatic entrance, shaking his head as he called out, "Slow down! You're too late—it's already done. We're wedded..."
