The silence, thick with regret and unspoken recriminations, stretched between the brothers. But it couldn't last. The image of Clara’s crumpled form, her choked sob, and that raw, venomous curse, burned in their minds. She had fled, and the thought of her alone, broken, and carrying their child, was unbearable.
Kai, his face still pale with shock, finally moved. It was an involuntary twitch, a desperate, animalistic need to follow. "Clara," he rasped, the name a plea. His voice was rough, choked with the sudden surge of guilt and a terrifying sense of loss. He took a hesitant step toward the door she’d vanished through.
Dante was already there, pushing past Kai with a grim set to his jaw. "Don't just stand there," he snapped, his voice tight with urgency. "We need to go after her. Now."
