KELILAH’S POV
Korvus dragged me through the dimly lit corridors of the ancient church, his grip tight but controlled, his silence heavy with unspoken words. My wrist ached from his firm hold, but I didn’t complain. I was too lost in thought, my mind swirling with questions that refused to settle.
Who were the creatures of the night?
Why did Lolita hesitate before answering? And why did Korvus interrupt us so suddenly?
I stole a glance at him as we stepped into the cool night air. His jaw was clenched, his eyes fixed ahead, his expression unreadable. For a moment, I considered pulling my wrist free, but before I could act, he abruptly stopped.
His fingers loosened around my wrist, his hand lingering for a second longer than necessary before he finally let go.
"Let's go for a walk," he
