⋆˖☽ 𝑵𝒐 𝑺𝒂𝒇𝒆 𝑯𝒂𝒓𝒃𝒐𝒓 ☾˖⋆ Kira planted her palms on the desk and slid from her perch. "Well," she announced, her tone deceptively light, "that's quite enough of that for now." Her gaze flickered between Celia and me. "Why don't you take a walk? Or head back to your room. Whichever you prefer." "Thank you, Kira," Celia replied, though her body remained angled toward me. "Of course," Kira clipped out, her nod a sharp, perfunctory jerk. With one last, paper-thin smile, she swept from the room, leaving a void of silence in her wake. The chair beside me groaned as Celia shifted, turning fully to face me. I mirrored the movement, the air between us crackling with unspoken questions. "Celia," I began, my voice a conspirator's whisper, "do you truly believe in the Ashen Vow? In their cause?"

