“Walk,” he ordered.
Elisa wrenched her arm, but he didn’t release her. He turned to Emilia. “You—go back before they realize you’re gone. If Izzy asks about her anytime she sees you, say i took her.”
Emilia hesitated, her wide brown eyes darting between them. Then she gave a small nod. “Be careful,” she whispered.
Kieran didn’t wait. He pulled Elisa forward, dragging her through the dim corridor. The stone walls smelled of damp rot, the torches flickering weakly against the cold.
Elisa kept pace but didn’t stop resisting. “If you think I’m just going to—”
Kieran shoved open a door, pulling her into a larger hall. Guards stood stationed along the walls, watching them but saying nothing.
Izzy had power, but Kieran had authority.
For now.
“Kieran,” a voice called smoothly.
They both
