We will be fine once we don't look into our future together.
Manya
SHE HAS NEVER imagined. The building loomed before them like a spectre from a nightmare, its charred remains whispering of secrets long buried beneath ash and ruin. Manya stopped in her tracks, tilting her head as she surveyed the devastation. It was worse than she’d see from afar—if “worse” were even the right word for something so utterly destroyed.
“Is this the place?” she asked, gesturing toward the barely held-together skeletal structure. Her voice was laced with sarcasm, and her lips curled into a half-smile as she turned to Kazmiri.
He didn’t answer, his focus fixed on the building, his face carved into an expression of grim determination.
Manya pressed on, undeterred. “I thought you only held your secret meetin
