"...What's her gain in all this?" Elian asked, his voice quieter now, almost as if he was afraid of the answer.
"We don't know yet," Izan admitted, his voice heavy. "But we'll find out during her interrogation."
Elian's heart ached with confusion, frustration, and something he couldn't quite name. His thoughts spun wildly, trying to piece together the motives behind Lady Viviana's actions. He felt exposed, as though every step he took had been under scrutiny, every moment he thought was his own was part of some larger, malicious game.
"I need to talk to Orion," Elian said suddenly, his voice resolute. He made a move to stand, but Izan's grip on his hands tightened, holding him in place.
"Elian, baby," Izan said softly but firmly, "you don't need to do that right now."
"But..."
