The knock on their suite door was soft, but it carried the weight of a death sentence. Knock. Knock.
Vanessa froze mid-sentence, her book on runic theory slipping from her fingers. Seraph, who had been cleaning her sidearm for the tenth time, instantly went still, her eyes fixed on the door.
Jonah took a slow, steadying breath.
It was time.
"Stay calm," Seraph instructed, her voice a low whisper. "Don't volunteer information. Answer only what she asks."
"And try not to get smited," Vanessa added, her voice a nervous squeak. "That seems important."
Jonah managed a weak smile for her. "I'll do my best."
The lead Temple Knight from before stood in the doorway, his polished armor gleaming. "Her Eminence is ready for you now, Saint Jonah."
