Inside the quiet room, Luke sat across from Ilyrana, his fingers drumming against the table's edge as he went over everything. He started from the beginning—his conversation with Falkner, the plan they devised, and how tonight would be the moment they put it all into action. Luke's voice was steady, but underneath it, there was a hint of nervousness, like a magician revealing a trick before the grand performance.
Ilyrana listened in silence, her gaze fixed on him, the faint flicker of candlelight reflecting in her calm, silver eyes. Her usual stoic expression remained unchanged throughout, offering no clues about what she might be thinking. Luke pressed on, explaining every part of his scheme, from creating Orland's voice using the phone to how Falkner would be present during the encounter with Mirela.
