Olivia was sitting in the living room of their secret home, the warm light from the chandelier above casting a serene glow over the room. She was sipping tea, laced with blood, her mind busy with thoughts of their ongoing plans, when the phone rang. Gen, who was lounging on the couch with a magazine, rolled her eyes and picked it up.
"Yeah?" Gen's tone was blunt, as usual. Her expression shifted from irritation to surprise, then to a simmering anger. "You've got to be kidding me. Alright, we'll be there." She hung up and turned to Olivia, her eyes blazing. "That was the peacekeepers. Ezra's been arrested. He's in jail."
Olivia's grip on her teacup tightened, but her expression remained calm. "What charges?" she asked, her voice steady.
"Breaking the Law of Secrecy," Gen replied, almost spitting the words out. "Didn't he leave to see Count Griffin? Something isn't right. This reeks of a setup."
