Kael's POV
Lucas's mansion rose before us like a fortress carved from glass, tall, sharp-edged, and unbothered by the war swallowing the territories piece by piece.
My guards rode behind me in complete silence, tension thick in the air. They knew why we were here. Everyone did.
The moment we crossed the gate, Nightshade warriors flanked us, guiding us into the mansion. No words, no greetings—just a silent escort, eyes cold.
Lucas waited at the entrance, arms crossed, face unreadable.
"Kael." His tone was controlled, but I caught the flicker of worry beneath it. "Come in."
I nodded once. My guards remained outside at my gesture, forming a protective wall around the entrance. Lucas ordered servants forward immediately.
"Wine," he said. "Strong."
Within seconds, glasses were placed before us, the scent of shadowberry thick in the air.
We hadn't even taken the wine yet when footsteps thundered from the adjoining hallway.
Lucas sighed under his breath. "Now we're complete."
