Chapter 98
Leandro and Thomas walked ahead of them, their steps confident and calculated as they led Mack and Ophelia through a series of corridors and out into a quieter, more secluded section of the palace. The torches burned dimly here, casting flickering shadows across the walls. Ophelia folded her arms across her chest, narrowing her eyes suspiciously.
Finally, Leandro stopped, turning to face them with a faint smirk. Thomas leaned against the wall beside him, arms crossed.
“What do you want?” Mack asked, his voice carrying a trace of irritation. “Dragging us out here in the middle of the night — it better be important.”
“Oh, it’s important,” Leandro said, his voice smooth. “We know you and your wife aren’t exactly fond of dear Azalea. Word travels fast. And frankly, we have a mut
