Dylan’s p.o.v.
I should have left the castle by now as the king had dismissed me the moment they took Chloe from me like I was nothing. And yet here I was—lingering in the dimly lit halls like a restless ghost. I told myself it was caution, an instinct honed over years of battle.
On the contrary, something was off in this place, and I needed to know what. But deep down, I knew that wasn’t the full truth. I wasn’t waiting for a threat. I was waiting for her.
At that, I stood in the shadows, leaning against the cold stone wall as I watched Chloe enter the great hall to meet Lady Thora. My arms were crossed, my posture relaxed—at least, that’s how it looked.
While In reality, I was tense, my muscles coiled like a predator on edge as I had seen how she looked earlier, her presence had sti
