Carefully, Adriana crept closer, choosing a silent path through the shadows of the trees. She hid behind a large tree, close enough to hear the conversation inside the tent, its fabric thin enough to allow voices to pass through.
“All the troops are gathered. We’re just waiting for your command, Kesha,” came the voice of a man—deep and firm.
“Good,” Kesha replied, her voice cold and full of arrogance. “We don’t have much time. Ryan has started to suspect me. Adriana, too, is growing more wary. Our only option now is to strike directly. Destroy the castle. Burn everything. Kill everyone—no mercy.”
Adriana held her breath as tightly as she could. Her heart pounded in her chest, hands trembling. Kesha’s words hit her like lightning, searing her soul.
“And Ryan?” asked the man—Marcus, she
