The private conference room in Raze's Clearwater manor felt cramped despite its size. Evening light slanted through the windows, painting everything in shades of amber and shadow. The group sat around the table in various states of exhaustion, relief, and barely contained curiosity.
Sophie hadn't left Raze's side since he'd returned, her small hand gripping his sleeve like she was afraid he'd vanish again if she let go. Her eyes were red and puffy from crying, though she'd finally stopped the actual tears.
Fedora kept glancing at him, her usual diplomatic mask cracked just enough to show the fear that still lingered beneath. She'd nearly lost him. They all had. And now they wanted answers.
Oziel broke the silence first, his scarred face tight with frustration. "How?"
Raze looked at him. "How what?"
