~Third Person~
The moment Wanda's car rolled past Stormveil's gates, her stomach twisted.
The familiar landscape outside the window, once comforting, now felt suffocating.
She pulled her phone from her clutch with trembling fingers and quickly dialed her brother's number.
"Levi," she breathed the second he answered.
"Wanda? Where are you?" His voice was calm but alert, as though he had been expecting her call.
"I just crossed the gates," she whispered. Then her eyes darted toward the driver and the guard seated in front. Both men wore impassive faces, but she knew better.
They were Draven's trusted people. Every word she said could find its way back to him if she wasn't careful.
Levi must have caught the tightness in her tone. "Are you alright?"
"No," she admitted softly, her nails digging into her palm. "Tell me, is he home?"
"Yes," Levi replied after a pause. "Father just got back from a meeting. He's upstairs, changing for dinner."
