Nevara
They took David in cuffs.
Not loudly. Not violently.
Just firmly.
Kael didn’t say a word when he cuffed him—only nodded once to the guards who stepped forward to escort him out of the lab. David didn’t fight. Didn’t beg. He just looked smaller than he had five minutes earlier.
Like a man who finally understood the weight of the mess he’d helped create.
Thoren didn’t even watch him leave.
He stood rigid beside me, jaw tight, eyes distant. Processing. Calculating.
King.
We didn’t go to the hotel.
We could have.
We probably should have.
But storming in on Bethany without a plan would only give her room to twist it again. And Thoren doesn’t move without strategy—not when it comes to war.
And this?
This was war.
The ride back to the castle was quiet. Not strained. Heavy.
