Nevara
“They picked up,” Kael said as he put the call on speaker.
Something in my chest tightened instantly, not from panic yet, but from the way his tone shifted—focused, controlled, already moving ahead of the rest of us.
“Sabrina,” he said, turning slightly away, though not enough to hide anything from us, “tell me where Jonas is.”
There was a brief pause on the other end, just long enough to feel the delay.
“He’s… around somewhere,” she said. “Why?”
The words didn’t sound wrong on their own. But they weren’t right either. Kael didn’t acknowledge it. Not yet.
“Walk me through it,” he said.
“What do you mean?”
“I mean I want to know exactly where he’s been,” Kael replied, his voice steady and unhurried. “Start from when you last saw him.”
There was a shift in her breathing, th
