The silence between them stretched like a taut wire as they made their way back to the main house, each step echoing through corridors that suddenly felt too vast, too empty.
Mailah walked with careful precision, maintaining a distance from Grayson that spoke volumes about the chasm the Dream walker's revelation had opened between them.
The late afternoon light streaming through the estate's windows cast long shadows across the marble floors, creating patterns that seemed to shift and dance with each movement.
But the beauty of their surroundings felt hollow now, tainted by the weight of unspoken truths and the acrid taste of betrayal that lingered in the air.
Grayson moved with his usual fluid grace, but there was something different about him now—a heaviness in his shoulders, a tension in his jaw that suggested he was carrying burdens that went far deeper than the immediate crisis they faced.
