Ahce followed Eros through the polished metal corridors of the warship, her steps light but her senses sharp. The atmosphere inside the vessel was thick with tension, engineers rushing to repairs, officers issuing reports, and medics escorting injured students toward the infirmary.
Planet Rhino's evacuation had turned the entire fleet into a storm of motion. Yet beside her, the man who was supposedly the strongest marshal of the North walked like a shadow of himself.
Eros's back was unnaturally stiff, his breathing slightly erratic. Ahce always noticed details, how people moved, how they shifted their weight, the subtle tension in their hands. Right now, she could feel something was off. Deeply off.
"Your room is this way," she murmured.
He only nodded. Not coldly, just quietly. Too quiet for her liking.
