Kael and Seraphina walked through the bustling streets in silence. The city moved around them as usual—merchants shouting their wares, nobles riding in elegant carriages, common folk haggling over goods.
But for Kael, the noise faded into the background.
His mind was elsewhere.
The Twilight Order, The Tower of Zurin. And most importantly, Mia.
The thought of his sister being used as a bargaining chip made his blood boil. He needed answers. And he needed them fast.
As they turned a corner, he suddenly stopped.
Seraphina halted beside him, watching as he took a deep breath and rubbed his temple. "Seraphina." His voice was softer now, less cold but still serious.
"Yes?"
He glanced at her, his usual smile nowhere to be seen.
"Please don't speak of this to anyone," he said quietly. "Not to your sisters. Not to the servants. No one."
Seraphina studied him for a moment.
