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The courtyard was alive with dusk’s golden glow—long shadows stretching across cracked stone tiles, whispering of coming night. Students, drawn by curiosity and alarm, circled the scene like moths to flame.
Daisy lay on the cold ground, bruised and outmatched. Dinah loomed over her, fingers wrapped in claws of anger, voice soft but violent: “You think you deserve his hand, his loyalty? You think your human heart can compete with mine?”
Daisy wheezed, trying to push up, but Dinah’s knee pressed her down. The courtyard fell into stunned silence.
“Step off,” came a voice cut with authority. It was Kael. He emerged from the gathering crowd, eyes locked on Dinah, jaw set. His eyes like that of Angel Michael sharp and piercing.
The students doesn’t see much of him.
The air around him
