Nevara
Michelle and I exchanged a glance before hurrying down the hall. My pulse was already picking up, some dark part of me bracing for impact. The kind that hits before you even know what’s coming.
I didn’t like it. Something about it was… off. Not dangerous exactly. But loaded. Like a locked box rattling from the inside.
When we reached the foyer, Sabrina was waiting by the doors, arms crossed but polite.
“She’s still outside,” she said, jerking her chin toward the massive double doors. “Refused to step inside without him present. Said she didn’t want to be accused of anything.”
“Accused of what?” Michelle asked.
“She wouldn’t say.” Sabrina shrugged. “But she’s not hostile. Just… firm.”
I pushed open one of the doors and stepped out into the courtyard.
The woman stood at the ed
