KORVUS'S POV
The moment I stepped into my chamber, I saw Kyle standing by the window, his silver hair illuminated by the moonlight. His arms were crossed, his face tight with frustration. He was waiting.
I ignored him and made my way to the bed, sinking onto the mattress without a word. The weight of the day pressed on me, but I refused to show it. Picking up a cigarette, I twirled it between my fingers, focusing on the small act rather than the war brewing outside.
Kyle didn’t take the hint. “What will happen if they strike again?” His voice was steady, but the underlying worry was impossible to miss.
I didn’t respond immediately, keeping my eyes shut, as if the question wasn’t worth acknowledging. But the truth was—I was bothered. The thought of another attack, more bloodshed, more d
