The moment Cain stepped out of the car, he couldn't help but feel that something was terribly wrong.
Everything seemed fine with the mansion. The guards were at their respective posts, and there were no signs of an attack. Yet, he couldn't shake the subtle feeling that something was amiss, gnawing at the edges of his awareness like a persistent whisper.
Ignoring Frank's questioning glance, Cain strode through the main doors, his movements deliberate and unyielding. His sharp eyes scanned the interior, quickly landing on Fiona, who was already walking toward him with a warm smile. Beside her stood Ravon, his posture stiff as he hovered protectively at her side, his gaze darting between her and Cain, as though unable to decide where his loyalty lay even though the way his eyes lingered on her body already made it quite obvious which he had chosen.
