Chapter 92: A Dangerous Plan
The night air outside the penthouse was sharp. The city below seemed restless, mirroring the unease inside Eira's mind.
She stood on the balcony, leaning on the cold railing, unfocused as she traced the endless maze of lights.
The wind tugged at her hair, but she barely noticed.
Behind her, Callian watched from the doorway, arms crossed, his brows furrowed.
"You've been standing there for an hour," he finally said.
Eira didn't turn around. "I'm thinking."
"About Henry?"
"About everything," she replied. Her voice was calm, but there was a heaviness to it that made
Callian stepped closer.
He came to stand beside her, his eyes fixed on her profile. "Talk to me, Eira."
She sighed, her breath turning visible in the cool air.
"I don't know if I'm doing the right thing. I thought taking him down would be satisfying, that it would give me peace. But now…" Her voice trailed off.
