The guest chamber they were taken to was spacious but simple.
Heavy stone walls, a polished wooden table, chairs lined neatly.
The guards bowed slightly before stepping out, leaving the two alone.
Neo sat down with a calm expression, though inside, his thoughts churned.
The palace. The guards. Amelia.
Every piece pointed to the same truth. She had changed, maybe beyond recognition. But if she had become this way because of him, then he couldn't just walk away.
Jack leaned back. "You're still dead set on this, aren't you?"
"Yes," answered Neo.
Jack let out a long groan.
Neo smiled faintly.
Despite how Jack was acting, he came with Neo to protect him in case Amelia went berserk.
The waiting dragged on longer than expected.
Guards moved in and out of the guest chamber.
Each time the door opened, they caught a glimpse of nervous servants hurrying past.
The whole palace seemed tense, as though a storm might break at any moment.
Finally, one of the armored men returned.
