"What’s the latest on the Wrights and the Petrovs?” Orion asked gravely, his voice weighted with the unease that had clung to him since their return to Frostvale City.
Chris slid a folder across the polished surface of the desk, the faint rasp of paper against wood breaking the room’s heavy stillness.
“The Wrights have kept a low profile. No unusual movements,” he reported, his tone calm but alert.
“Except for this.” He tapped the folder. “An invitation—from Wright Jewels. Directed specifically to Freya’s team.”
Orion’s eyes narrowed, lingering on the folder without opening it. He exchanged a long, loaded glance with Chris—one of those rare looks between confidantes that carried more questions than words could answer.
Since returning, Orion hadn’t left the country. Couldn’t.
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