Kael squinted, his hazel eyes sharp, his jaw tightening.
Harris moved through the debris with an eerie calm, his gray hair catching the dim light, his posture relaxed, like a man visiting familiar ground.
He didn't call, didn't check in—he looked… unsurprised.
Kael rewound the footage, watching Harris crouch beside a scorched pillar, picking up a fragment, analyzing it with a steady gaze, not a flinch in his expression.
Kael leaned back in his chair, muttering under his breath, his voice low, sharp.
"So, he's a part of it… huh."
He told me he didn't know what happened.
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Knock Knock
A soft knock at the door broke his thoughts.
Kael straightened, his hazel eyes flicking to the door, his voice steady. "Come in."
Tila stepped inside, her hands folded in front of her, her black eyes avoiding his, her tail swishing faintly, her cheeks still flushed with defiance.
"The bath is ready, Master," she said, her voice stiff, the word Master laced with reluctant submission.
