The air within Lucas's private chambers was thick with tension, a tangible unease that matched the storm brewing within his thoughts. He paced back and forth, his icy gaze fixed on the reports that had been placed before him. Failed assassination attempts were never taken lightly, and this one had dire implications that he couldn't ignore.
Ember watched him from a corner of the room, her eyes following his agitated movements. She knew Lucas well enough to understand the storm that raged beneath his composed exterior. With a sigh, she finally spoke up, her voice a soothing balm in the midst of his turmoil.
"Lucas, you need to calm down. Getting worked up won't solve anything," Ember said, her tone gentle but firm.
He halted in his tracks, his jaw clenched as he regarded Ember. "Don’t you
