Fractures Beneath Loyalty
At that moment, Liza Voss could not hold it in any longer.
The question burned in her throat.
Her fingers tightened around the folder as she turned halfway back toward Julian's office door. The words about her father were already rising—
—but the instant she parted her lips, her voice refused to come out.
It was as if something invisible pressed against her vocal cords.
She stood there for a second too long.
Then she forced herself to leave.
The hallway outside felt unusually long. The polished floor reflected her silhouette in distorted fragments. Her steps were steady, but inside, her thoughts were chaos.
She had grown up within the Obsidian Wing organization.
Raised among steel corridors and discipline.
Personally trained by Evan's master.
Her loyalty to the Obsidian King had never wavered.
And yet—
She was an orphan.
No past. No surname beyond the one assigned to her.
