Thane's eyes followed Serene as she strolled through one of the carefully groomed gardens, her fingers lightly touching the petals of a blooming rose. He found himself caught in an internal turmoil, torn between his instincts to protect her and the understanding that her presence in his faction was like a ticking time bomb. He knew her secret, and it was only a matter of time before others would, too.
Slate, sidled up next to him, his eyes twinkling with mischief. "Lovely flowers, aren't they?" he said, though it was clear he wasn't referring to the flora.
Thane's lips tightened into a thin line, his voice betraying no emotion. "They are," he responded, his eyes never leaving Serene.
Slate lingered, watching Thane's expression closely. He could sense the conflict within his leader, a ra
