Genia stormed into the Hawt family mansion, her fury like a tempest. Her brother, Solen Hawt, was lounging in a leather armchair by the fireplace, a glass of whiskey in his hand, his expression calm as though nothing in the world could disturb him. But the moment Genia’s voice cut through the air, his relaxed demeanor shifted, his eyes narrowing.
“Where is Cambrik?” Genia demanded, her voice trembling with urgency. “Is she okay? What happened to her?”
Solen didn’t flinch, setting his glass down with a deliberate motion as he rose to his feet. His tall frame cast a shadow across the room, but there was no hint of intimidation in his stance. Instead, his expression was measured, his voice steady as he gestured for Genia to calm down.
“Relax, Genia,” he said, his tone smooth but firm. “She
