Rebels
So that was what it was, after all.
A conclusion she had half-expected—annoyingly familiar, like a shadow that had been trailing behind her all along.
Anna leaned back slightly as she continued reading, her fingers tightening just a little around the paper.
The man who had chased her down when she'd been hiding with Louis at that mansion…
She remembered the look in his eyes, the anger simmering beneath every word he spat—anger aimed not just at her, but at everything she represented.
Privilege. Authority. Nobility.
Of course.
It wasn't personal.
It was ideological.
The ones who had tried to kidnap her weren't just criminals.
They were rebels—people who wanted revolution, people who believed the system was broken and that tearing it down was the only way to fix it.
Now the pieces of the puzzle were finally taking shape.
She flipped to the next page, eyes scanning the neat text.
Name: Cain. Age: 30.
A once-promising magician, a former Academy student.
