I stared at Tyler Westwood, instantly suspicious of his timely appearance. The tension between us was palpable as he approached, his casual demeanor doing nothing to mask the calculation in his eyes.
"What do you want, Westwood?" I kept my voice level, but my guard was up.
Tyler raised his hands in a placating gesture. "Just a conversation, Knight. No need for hostility."
Daphne shifted closer to him, confirming my suspicion of their alliance. The moonlight cast long shadows across the Guild's courtyard as we stood in this uneasy triangle.
"I've been meaning to speak with you about Isabelle Ashworth," Tyler continued. "Her situation is... precarious."
My jaw tightened. "Her situation is none of your concern."
"That's where you're wrong." His expression turned serious. "The Ashworth bloodline isn't just rare—it's unique. Do you understand what that means? Every major sect and power player will be hunting her once word spreads that she's accessible again."
