Kael leaned back against the cracked column, his chest still heaving from the hours of indulgence. The crimson light from Crimora’s faint flames bathed the ruined theater in a ghostly glow. Outside, faint groans of the undead pressed against the silence, a reminder that the world beyond these walls was nothing but rot and hunger.
Kael’s grin tugged wider, sharp and confident. "Then let’s act like one."
Carla, still wiping sweat from her brow, snapped her gaze toward him, scandalized. "Excuse me?!"
Lyra tilted her head, her smirk already forming, golden eyes gleaming in amusement. "I’m listening. Go on, Kael."
He stretched his arms with a satisfied groan. "We’re not moving out there yet. Too many walkers on the streets, too much risk. For once, we’re going to do something rare in this a
