As Eira walked away, Marianna watched her with narrowed eyes. She would make Ephyra pay—of that, she was certain. But for now, she had to bide her time.
Inside the mansion, Eliot stood by the window, watching the exchange from a distance. He couldn't hear the words, but the body language was clear enough. Ephyra had changed—dramatically. He wasn't sure what had caused this transformation, but something told him that his daughter was no longer someone to be underestimated.
He turned away, his thoughts a swirl of conflicting emotions. He had so many questions—about the attack on Ephyra, about who had sent the men after her, and about the strange shift in her demeanor.
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Elma's voice, soft with concern, echoed in the quiet of the room. "Are you sure you're alright?"
