"The Rogue King," Kieran said, eyes burning. "He told me to prepare to die tomorrow."
Emerald stood still on the balcony, watching Kieran as he pocketed his phone with a heavy expression.
She opened her mouth to speak, then shut it again.
She wanted to beg him not to go. To tell him it was suicide, that the Rogue King would kill him.
Every part of her ached to reach for his hand and say he didn't need to prove anything. That this wasn't just another power play by an Alpha. The Rogue King wasn't just different; he was darker, deadlier.
But she also knew the truth: he wouldn't stop until someone made him. Walking away wouldn't end it; it would only postpone what was coming.
So she said nothing more than, "Right."
Kieran raised a brow. "That's all you have to say?"
"What do you want me to say?" she replied, folding her arms. "That I'll beg you not to go?"
"Would you?" he asked softly.
She hesitated. Her silence said more than any words.
