Izan's footsteps echoed softly along the stone floor, a sharp contrast to the earlier chaos of screams and pleas from the prisoners he and Dillion had dealt with. Now, the halls were still, as though the walls themselves held their breath.
Dillion trailed behind him, his stride casual but his gaze curious. When Izan abruptly veered down an unexpected hallway, Dillion raised a brow. "Are you interrogating her tonight?"
Izan glanced back briefly, his expression unreadable. "Yes," he said, his voice clipped. "I need to wrap this up before my wedding. Elian deserves peace." He stopped and gestured toward the main exit. "Wait for me outside. I won't be long."
Dillion hesitated, then bowed with exaggerated flair. "As you wish, Your Highness," he said, a smirk tugging at his lips. He watched Izan disappear down the dim corridor, his silhouette rigid with purpose.
