"He's not foolish," a calm yet resolute voice cut through the tension. "He's brave—and willing to stop you from going down the wrong path."
Laden's eyes flickered, momentarily breaking the ice-cold mask of indifference as he turned toward the source of the voice. His brows furrowed slightly, and his lips pressed into a thin line. "Not you too..." he muttered, as his gaze fell upon Adams, who slowly limped into the hall, his body wrapped in bandages, bruises visible beneath the wrappings.
Adams' every step seemed to cause the floor to groan under his weight, each movement painstakingly slow, but his posture was straight, his eyes unwavering despite the clear toll his injuries had taken on him.
Lovigary's eyes widened in shock. "What are you doing out of bed?" he exclaimed, rushing to his brother's side. The concern etched on his face was palpable as he reached out, gently but firmly taking Adams' arm to steady him. "You should be resting, brother."
