Connor’s POV
The air was heavy with a thick silence, interrupted only by the faint sound of Alaric's boots against the marble floor. From my position hidden in the shadows of the hallway, I watched him leave Morgana’s office. His face was pale, his jaw tight, and a nervous tic flickered in his left eye.
His posture betrayed him: he was on edge.
It didn’t take an expert to notice the weight he was carrying. His eyes darted around nervously, as if he expected to find me lurking in every corner. But I had overestimated him; he wasn’t sharp enough to notice I was already watching.
I waited in the shadows as he moved down the opposite corridor. Once his footsteps faded, I stepped closer to the office door.
No hesitation.
I turned the handle and walked in.
Morgana was behind her expansive
