CARDAN MONTESSORI
I was watching… and listening!
The storm outside hadn’t stopped since dawn. The rain thudded softly against the roof of the main fortress, tapping like a restless drumbeat that seemed to echo my thoughts. The air smelled of damp stone and steel. Inside, I sat at the head of the long oak table in my private chamber, my gaze fixed on the flames flickering in the hearth.
I wasn’t watching the fire… not really. I was watching them.
Nora stood by the window, arms crossed, her eyes sharp, voice brittle with restrained anger. Kai was by the door, pretending calm, but the muscle twitching in his jaw betrayed his irritation. I could sense it… the tension rippling between them like a live wire.
“Is there something either of you would like to say?” My tone was deceptively soft
