Liora's POV
By the time I returned home, the adrenaline had long faded.
Past midnight, the entire estate was unnaturally quiet. I walked down the corridor, already knowing what I would find.
Grandfather was waiting.
He sat in his usual armchair, a half-closed book resting on his knee, reading glasses low on his nose. His silver hair caught the faint glow of the fireplace. The moment I stepped across the threshold, he looked up.
"You're home late," he said evenly.
I gave him a tired smile. "You've seen the news already, haven't you?" I asked with a sigh.
"No need," he replied. "My phone hasn't stopped ringing all night."
I walked in and dropped onto the sofa opposite him, my heels slipping off with a dull thud against the carpet. He studied me for a long moment before setting his bo
