Kael's eyes narrowed into slits beneath the mask, and a soft click of his tongue escaped.
It might have been indiscernible to others, but to him, the aura was unmistakable—refined, cold, and laced with that familiar trace of arrogance.
'Adele…'
'What the fuck are you doing here?'
His jaw clenched behind the mask, veins twitching on his temple. He wasn't just angry.
He was pissed.This wasn't supposed to happen.
Adele,the high and mighty daughter of House Veydrin. His sister.
The woman now walking amidst elite guards like she belonged among royalty.
Kael's thoughts raced, his mind unraveling the mess she was about to drag them into. He had long suspected Adele was involved with the Third Prince's ambitions. Subtle alignments, secret meetings, coded letters—it all pointed to one direction. Still, he kept it quiet. Kept it contained. He was waiting for the right moment, a discreet strike that wouldn't shake the pillars of Veydrin.
But this? This wasn't quiet.
