The window closed silently.
Kael glided into the room like a shadow, landing on the floor with absolute lightness, as if he had never left. For a brief moment, everything was silent—the room bathed in soft twilight, the air tranquil, still.
Safe.
He took a step.
And then stopped.
Slowly.
Very slowly.
His eyes lifted.
And met… two presences.
Standing.
Waiting.
Irelia was on the left, leaning against the wall, arms crossed, her gaze sharp as a blade. There was no explosive anger there.
It was worse.
It was that dangerous calm that comes before someone decides to do something very, very painful.
Amelia was on the right.
Hands on her hips.
Smiling.
But it wasn't a gentle smile.
It was the kind of smile that promised consequences.
Serious ones. Slow.
Painful.
The air in the room was… heavy.
Kael was silent for a second.
Two.
And then—
He turned.
Instantly.
Without hesitation.
Trying to escape through the window he had just entered.
