Lucian's POV.
Sarah sits on a cold bench in one of the stone outbuildings, arms crossed, eyes heavy with exhaustion. I stand near the door, arms folded, glaring. Talon and Dorian flank the wall like statues of war, and Malakar stands directly in front of her, gaze steady and unreadable.
"We're not here to play games." Talon says, voice sharp. "If you came here for redemption you better start talking."
"We need to know everything." Malakar adds. "Where the hunters are. What they're planning. What weapons they're carrying. Every detail counts."
Sarah exhales slowly. "I told you, I don't know where they went after Malachai kicked me out. They never stay in one place for long. They're always on the move. It's how they've managed to stay alive this long."
"Convenient." Dorian mutters.
Sar
