Amelie waited until the heavy doors of their chamber clicked shut before she moved toward Gabriel.
"Tomorrow night, we have to finish this," she said.
Gabriel took the sword from her. He slid it back into its leather sheath. "Of course," he answered, his eyes meeting hers.
Amelie leaned against the edge of the mahogany table, her brow furrowing as she worked through the variables. "Ophelia isn't sitting idle. If she truly orchestrated the escape of Alex's parents, she's weaving a secondary trap. We have to ensure she doesn't use them as leverage in a way we haven't anticipated."
Gabriel stepped closer, and he reached out for her hand.
"Let her plot," Gabriel stated. "Let her exhaust every trick and every shadow she possesses. It won't change the outcome. We will do exactly what we came to do."
They were distracted with a gentle knock on the door.
"Your Highnesses, I have brought Noah back from the King's manor," Ashna announced from the hallway.
