Author's POV ~
They arrived in a breath, the three brothers...Kael, Lucian, and Luca, storming into the room with the urgency of men who already knew they were too late.
The sharp echo of boots against marble rang through the air, but it wasn't the sound that struck first—it was the tension and thick aura radiating from Aeron.
Aeron paced inside the room like a caged beast. His figure rigid with fury, his hands clenched so tightly his knuckles had turned bone white.
Lucian and Kael were the first to step closer, and the moment they caught a glimpse of Aeron's expression, guilt settled into their bones like a cold, unrelenting weight.
Their eyes avoided his not because they were afraid, but because they already knew. They didn't need words. They had felt the line they crossed the second they made the decision to bring her here.
