Estelle's POV
His voice was calm, but I caught a trace of finality beneath it.
"I'll handle the rest. You just need to focus on recovering," he said.
I nodded. "Okay."
I met his eyes, and for a split second, an uneasy feeling surfaced—like I was being quietly enclosed by something far greater than me. Not oppressive, but far from comforting.
I looked away and turned to Dante. "Beta Dante, I'll leave the arrangements for the next three days to you."
"Don't say that!" Dante immediately waved his hands, visibly tensing. "This is my fault. I shouldn't have let you go to the factory alone—if anything had happened to you—"
He cut himself off mid-sentence.
The temperature in the room seemed to drop. I didn't need to look to know why. Cassius's presence had pressed down on us, a silent war
